The thing I fear the most.

I live my life in a way that's very different from most people. I don't own a car. Or a house. Or furniture. Or anything with a brand name on it. I don't have kids. Or a dog. I don't have a stable career. I don't have a primary relationship. And I definitely don't have a … Continue reading The thing I fear the most.

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Karaoke, Candy and El Bandito Mustachio (Part One)

The white SUV with impenetrable, black windows screeches up in front of us for the second time in under three minutes. Our getaway car. The driver had instructed us to start walking south, down the cracked, sunbleached strip of pavement that leads toward Panama. He said he would slow down so we could jump in … Continue reading Karaoke, Candy and El Bandito Mustachio (Part One)