Charlie Shaw

I had dreams every night of a crowd of faceless people with a little boy standing in front. He never spoke but I could tell he was trying to tell me something.

Yeah, no, not kidding. Wish I was! But I’m not.

The sandy and rocky terrain of the Sahara desert in western Algeria.

Every day we have a driver who shits in the parking lot.

My great grandmother was Martin Luther King Jr.'s personal secretary. They were having an affair.

"Alright then, I'll go to hell." - Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

My favorite teacher ever—English, freshman year of high school—walked up to my desk, picked up my white-out, took a super deep sniff, shuddered, said "that's the stuff," and walked away.