confessions of a reformed tourist
I met Nick first. He was Canadian, from Toronto. Maybe he was 50, but he could have been younger. It’s hard to gauge the age of the white-haired. He walked around the yard with his shoulders titled slightly back, as if he were getting ready for his turn under the limbo stick. He was cute. [...]
Another notebook excerpt. I wrote a story about this one, but it still needs some serious trimming/editing. I’ll post it when/if I manage to edit it down to fewer than 1000 words. The super-short version is: Back in 2005 when I first got to Grenada, I was a total mess. Like so traumatized by the [...]
