Circle Of Stones

As I mooched through the Athens tourist trap gift shops like a foreign stray, not differentiating myself much from the stray cats in the area, I felt hungry, lonely, and displaced. Finding food in a foreign city is an anxiety inducing sport for me. I usually fill the need for food with iced coffees, always…

My Grandfather Died

My grandfather died last week. The one from who I took the name Morris. Ken Morris was his name. I found out he died while I was in Miami. I woke up to a bunch of missed calls from my mother, and knew something was up. I called her back and got the obligatory death…