Alter Ego

I had one too many Mango Tangos and the outdoor patio was beginning to look like a blur. And when life is a blur, I am an excellent dancer.He came up to join me in a dance and I barely even noticed that he was a bit shorter than me."Hey. what's your name?" was his opener.I laughed. The music was far...

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The New Me

The new me is much like the old me, really, with a couple of minor post-grad adjustments, such as my recent move back to the city of cheesesteaks and guidos (Philly is now even more guided-up since the explosive nation-wide popularity of Jersey Shore).The new me will do shit for free while living (temporarily?)...

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Southern Salvation

The waiter, a quite remarkable Wayne Brady look-alike, smiled at me as he brought me my second glass of wine and nodded at my empty plate, as if to confirm that I was done picking at the bits of garlic fries stuck to the plate's bottom."Will you be having any dessert, ma'am?" he asked."Oh no," I involuntarily...

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