If I’ve learned anything this past year, living in a somewhat unstable foreign country during a vicious global pandemic, it’s to trust my survival instinct: Stock up on rice and beans, make sure my bills are paid, check in with family and friends, and stay away from vaccines that sound like Captain Beefheart album titles.
In the midst of a global pandemic, there were no rooms at LA's sleaziest inn.
Quarantined away from liquid holiday cheer
Reporting from the Big Long Now
All I want to do is Zoom-a-Zoom-Zoom-Zoom