The distinct piano notes, interrupted by beats and lyrics, carried a clear message through the dimly lit Parisian apartment. “Let’s have a toast for the assholes. Let’s have a toast for the scumbags…Runaway
Continue readingTo you—I hope that you don’t read this, because I think it’s a hard thing to read that you are being talked about instead of talked to; so tread softly, take the words lightly, and simply know that
Continue readingI rubbed my eyes; shaking my head from side-to-side as if to shake the sleepiness from my brain and body. Tel Aviv. Paris. Delay. Los Angeles. It had been a long day of travel, and yet, I felt more rested
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