Gloomy Friday afternoons. Sitting around the sidewalks of Auckland's CBD, and patiently waiting. I was exchanging stories with Terry about his group date with Vailima bottles and his boys going awfully wrong, for my story about finessing some girl at Shadows going seamlessly right. He looked hopeful after I told him my story. "I might … Continue reading 44(33)22



Drinking $30 of muddy water hoping to find clarity¬†when I reek of my Uncle's remedy and poison from a 9-5 job and day-to-day life Up all night thinking about what happened between us as I beat myself up again and crave more clarity I told myself to let go I threw away Bic-lighters and photos … Continue reading Satellite