"Sometimes a CEO would come in and pace. He needed to “think out loud.” We’d have pastries, coffee; I remember feeling at a loss: how do I behave in front of this client when I have truly no idea what I’m supposed to do or be?"
A love letter to the Tiki Adult Theater: "When it’s gone, where will all these lost souls go?"
Quarantined away from liquid holiday cheer
... or so I've been told
a preview from AWRY, a Brick House publication
Reporting from the Big Long Now
Until the tragedy reaches you, it will remain someone else’s problem.
Dreams will have to get weirder to keep up.
Everybody freeze. Ok move. No, not like that.