Tag Archives: East Asia

十八. Handover

I know in my heart of hearts that it’s me blocking myself, not a bossman on the other side.

じゅうよん. One Night in Shibuya

I removed her jacket like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort, hidden in the darkness, our small personal haven.

Bonus. The Mao Cap

While I had a mild cold and a case of the runs, Ben had full on dysentery.