Goodbye, Raleigh.

“Are you laughing at me?” I asked, running up from the shoreline. Elizabeth, dusted in sand and laying on her beach towel, giggles. “Yes, you’re so cute,” she says in her slightly southern drawl, before going back to reading her art magazine. A few moments before, I had been standing on the shoreline. I was…

I Finally Wrote A Review About Joule

The waitress hands me a spork. “What’s that for?” Nikki asks. “Oh, it’s for the grits,” I explain, placing it carefully next to my knife. “But I’m not using it. I think sporks and spoons are disgusting.” Nikki sighs, with a hint of amusement, and says: “Of course you do.”

Orange Crocodiles & A Week in Raleigh

It’s a Wednesday, 9 P.M. I’m drinking a tangerine flavored beer, at Person Street Bar, with the future Mr. and Mrs. Josh Gruder. Meagan, the so mentioned future Mrs., (who is also my co-worker), is telling me about a man in New Orleans. “He shot a rat between the eyes, and then fed it to…