There's something about driving alone at night in a rain storm, smoking a cigarette and blasting jazz that somehow corresponds well with the lightning, that makes me feel completely at home anywhere in the world.
This was a piece I wrote a couple of years ago. It was anonymously published in my university newspaper, and I haven't really done anything with it since. Seeing as it was published anonymously, I didn't get any feedback on how people thought it was, so I figure if I post it here then maybe… Continue reading Stormy Night
There's nothing quite like a flat tire to catch you off guard and put you in a fabulous mood. Especially if said flat tire occurs soon before midnight when you're driving alone in the middle of nowhere. Also especially if you discover that you don't have a lug wrench or a functional car jack in… Continue reading Flat Tire