Manila, Cataloged (Part One)

Bars There are so many of them. In your hometown, you only ever went to six and that was when you were flush. You rotated them depending on your mood, the day of the week, how much gasoline you had or what kind of cheeseburger you were craving. Manila bars are flavored with the different cities and … Continue reading Manila, Cataloged (Part One)

Odd Encounters 3

I'm drinking dark beer, the kind that's full of dark things, like caramel, or the souls of Belgian brewers. The girl behind the bar looks like Kirsten Stewart, but she's clean, pretty, mohawked, irritable. The bar (which is really a converted house) is noisy. Too much chatter, a girl in high boots singing to herself, … Continue reading Odd Encounters 3

Odd Encounters 1

"How are you?" That moment. We all get it. That split second where that earnest face asking you this question is completely unrecognizable. The inside of your head turns into a pack of panicked hamsters, all desperately trying to get out, get away. For a moment, a montage of everyone I have ever known runs through my head. … Continue reading Odd Encounters 1