It’s a Tuesday. I’m sitting in Fullsteam, carefully sipping a plastic cup of water. I check my phone. She’s on her way.
It was a few months ago, when I was still regularly in Durham, that I saw the sign. Not in a retro 90s way, but in a very literal way.
In every up and coming hipster town, there is a place to buy incredibly expensive drinks that take 20 minutes to make.
I have six tattoos. Which is funny, because half of them have happened in the past year.
My friend Claire and I spent a hot afternoon exploring the Eno River. Conversation was had, I slipped and fell in during an attempt to be adventurous.