“Oooh, Julie and Julia.” I stood snooping around my roommate’s desk after I’d killed my internet catching up on Glee and Bones, looking for some new entertainment. “I saw the movie. Is the book good?” “Dunno,” she mumbled from behind her newest used bookstore find, “haven’t read it yet. You can borrow it if you want.” […]
I was born in Tuam and spent part of my childhood between there, Manchester and Madrid. I then lived in Los Angeles and went to college in Las Vegas, but it wasn’t until I lived in the midwest that I discovered that traveling can be done more often than once every 8 years. I have traveled more since I got here than I ever did since I came to this country. This time, I found myself on the road back East headed for the stagnant, swampy asshole of satan known as Indianapolis, IN. The reason was for business, but in reality, we could have avoided the whole affair if not for one thing: friends.