I’m a game-player. As in, board, card, word, and the like, not as in I’ll say one thing and mean the other and be so passive aggressive about everything that eventually you won’t be able to tell what the hell you really wanted in the first place but are quite certain that it’s not what […]
as i begin to write this, i have to ask myself: why do all my stories involve booze? which begs the second question: does it really matter? answer: i think not. casey and i begin our journey last night at the mercury lounge. The merc, as we call it, is the favorite hangout of the merc players, as we call ourselves. our merry […]
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