Minimum Wage Wanderer
Wandering. Wondering.
Category: Writing
This Too, Shall Pass
Seven days later, well here we are. While I was reflecting on the week gone by of insomnia sweats and cigarettes, a constant made itself apparent to me about the memories I treasure and hold close from years gone by. A recurring memory that…
Boots Of Spanish Leather II
My Girona Part One Found Here. Morning Rituals The rain was still dripping off my clothes as I silently squeaked through the still halls as I began the morning ritual. Eighteen months of living in a hostel does come with it some advantages in…
Wide Awake
The elephant in the room can’t be avoided forever. What can I say that hasn’t already been said by countless others about the beast that’s lurking across all borders. In lieu of a story tonight, I’m going to let the mind go for a…
Lesson 1: Blowin In The Wind
“How many roads must A man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly Before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend,…
Lessons From The Road – Prologue
(Earlier) In Suburbia The sun had dipped many hours earlier. The quiet spot in the suburbs was remarkably quiet on any given evening. There’s a quiet street hidden in the atlas an hour north of the city. The midnight hours were often filled with…
A Boy At Home
Edmonton was certainly not to be found in any sane tourists itinerary. The north London overground station of Edmonton Green was home to the debauchery elite, and the Tottenham Hotspurs (Come on you Spurs). The White Horse stood on the edge of the high…
A Night At The Cirque
“The show started at 7:30!” Lulus words were strained through exhausted pipes and met with coughs all around as we boosted toward the grandly lit entrance of Royal Albert Hall. It was sometime after 7:30. The hall was a crown jewel in any performance…
