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Do only curmudgeons not like Banff?
I decide to work very hard for a week, to get a week off. My…
I invite myself to Tokyo.
I fly standby to Japan, experience fortune in a variety of ways, and return home…
For the US election, I runaway to Amsterdam.
I fly standby internationally. I spend way too much time in PHL airport. Not near…
Purgadelphia
I fly standby, take my mother to Maine. We see Acadia, Tyler Childers, and Purgatory….
Fostering My Relationship with Chaos
I am asked what my dream job is, I defend flying standby, I eat ice…
“Space in a city is different”
A poem written about my first few months living in a city.
Two Truths & a Lie
Two Truths & a Lie. Read about the time I went Skydiving.
“Do the right thing”
I get stuck at my kitchen counter laughing at a single instagram reel, write a…
The Epilogue That I Ripped Out
The epilogue, ripped out from They Won’t Apologize for the Mess by Xine Rose
Buying a house, prepping bowels, and the airline industry: gold stars all around.
The last few months have flown by, which is a mediocre pun if you know…
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