A drive through the carwash.
The Mole and The Terrorist
Call it a generational shift, or simply a difference of opinion, but it was a moment that stuck with me forever. It was the night of the 2004 presidential elections, Kerry v. Bush, the first election I voted in. I was over at the home of an old friend, watching the results come over live television. My friend’s parents asked me who I voted for, I replied without hesitation, “Kerry of...
What a blacken soul we weave.– Overheard at a bar while I stared into my drink.