“Who but a bad, fearless, strungout, crazy motherfucker would come to Czechago? And we were motherfucking bad. We pissed and shit and fucked in public; we crossed streets on red lights; and we opened Coke bottles with our teeth. We were constantly stoned or tripping on every drug known to… Read more“Welcome to Prague”
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How to Deal with an Arrogant Editor
“I just don’t see Clayton actually going along with Clarissa’s side of the story,” Jason, my editor, said. He was thirty-one years old with short brown hair and thick black-rimmed glasses like the kind that Drew Carey used to have back in the 90’s. I guess that dates me. I… Read more“How to Deal with an Arrogant Editor”