Minneapolis. Dinkytown. Espresso Royale Cafe.
On the road–finally.
Starting to think all people are just manifestations of various archetypes; I swear I’ve met this one at least twice, and a couple first-time repeaters just walked by.
Meetings with old friends are as familiar and ephemeral as recurring dreams.
Am I as tough as I think I am? What’s […]

Seventeen days and counting until I begin the trip that will, a few weeks later, land me in Oakland. And I certainly am counting.
I’m in a lull I haven’t felt since last year before I moved to Chicago. I’m totally disconnected from this city, from these people, even from myself. All I do is wait. […]

Here’s a true story.
Nacho is an illegal immigrant–a squat forty year-old with a buzzed head, neat mustache and gold fillings. He works six days a week in a restaurant–a dishwasher during the week, and a line cook on the weekend. He is paid in cash. The last time he went home to see his wife […]