[my love - please don’t be angry with me for writing about you…] He’s withering away, like water evaporates… In front of my eyes – I...

A Styrofoam cup, crushed ice (perfect) and lemonade – it’s freshly squeezed… The man with the greasy hair smiles at me with an...

“John, John, John – oh, your name is neil… okay then… I'm Jimmy - since we're giving our real names. And, no, I don’t take American...