“I was lookin’ at your Instagram,” he says, raising his eyebrow at me. “You don’t got a lot of followers. Why not?” I look at him and back around the bar, certain I misunderstood the question. Or perhaps, misheard it completely. It’s a weekend in January and I’ve been straddling Read more…
“I want to come with you,” he says. A cigarette dangles from between his fingers, smoke twirling up into the clear sky. Dusk had turned to a clear summer night, the patio dark against the streetlights of an empty sidewalk. My heart quickens, I push out a short laugh. Oh Read more…
Over Labor Day weekend, I was in a small town on the Kentucky/Illinois border called Paducah, staying in a free campsite about 30 minutes outside of town in a small state park/forest area. The first night was uneventful, I worked in town during the day, stopped by a bar that Read more…
Despite growing up just across Lake Michigan, before last Monday, I had spent very little time in this Midwest state. I figured that it would be pretty similar to back home, and overall — I was correct in that assumption — but Michigan has stolen a piece of my heart Read more…