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In Offenburg, Germany, waiting for a night train to Prague. Typing in a charmless bar, surrounded by old men silently watching soccer news out of one eye, and the bar maid out the other. Chris Isaak's Wicked Game is on the sound system. A guy with his belly

This is a story about an idiot, a piece of shit, and looong spoons. Yesterday after taking a nice coffee and croissant with my friend Nick, we rounded the corner back onto the high street Kurfürstendamm, which is filled with fancy clothes and self-care shops. I saw him coming. An

In Berlin. These motherfuckers don’t jaywalk. But they do have crows. And great, if sometimes cheesy graffiti. And beautiful buildings of disparate ages, with little paths wending between them. Magnificent. I left my apartment about 8:30 last night, took 3 trains to JFK, almost missed my 11:55

The other morning I went to the dentist. 4th time in 10 months. Same issue. And because healthcare in America is coercively tied to employment, I've been going to one of the dental schools. The dentist-in-training has been incredible, following up with me and finding ways to get

There’s an Italian guy here in the city who has me stored in his phone as Dan the Vampire. It’s two am, and I’m sitting at 42nd street waiting 13 fucking minutes for the A. There’s a Latin dude on the bench next to me watching