Quentin Super… Author and Ghostwriter… Instagram: quentinsuper8372
I yearn for that peace of mind, something that has been elusive the last few years. It’s crazy how emotions can hinge on another person. I thought I found clarity in Beijing, but all that did was spur a desire for something greater, for my eyes to continue seeing parts of the world that for... Continue Reading →
I yearn for peace, a state of mind that has been elusive the last few years. It’s crazy how emotions can hinge on another person. I thought I found clarity in Beijing, but all that did was spur a desire for something greater, for my eyes to continue seeing parts of the world that for... Continue Reading →
It’s been two months since I left Asia and began a new journey in Florida. At times I miss the grind of a bustling city like Beijing, and then there are moments I remember the feelings brought on by food poisoning and am content with the double cheeseburger and milkshake fare that runs rampant in... Continue Reading →
We all begin and end. It’s what happens in between that we remember most. *** A rocky relationship finds everyone sooner or later. It’s a rite of passage, as common as getting your driver’s license or moving into your first apartment. But unlike getting to drive or finally having a place to call your own,... Continue Reading →
Bo is fifteen minutes late. I’m getting restless because I’m only in L.A. a few days and there are things I want to do before I go back to the frozen tundra that is Minnesota this time of year. The jet lag is slowly creeping in but it won’t really take effect until a few... Continue Reading →
Bo is fifteen minutes late. I’m getting restless because I’m only in L.A. a few days and there are things I want to do before I go back to the frozen tundra that is Minnesota this time of year. The jet lag is slowly creeping in but it won’t really take effect until a few... Continue Reading →
The first time I met Z we were at this big gala where everyone gets together to sing kumbaya and revel in how great things really aren't. I remember walking into this massive ballroom feeling unimpressed because I hadn’t been here two weeks and already I felt disingenuous. The night was going to be one... Continue Reading →
I forget where I am. It’s March 1, 2018 and I have to rub my eyes a little bit to see the TV I left on to know I’m in a hotel room in Beijing, China. My father doesn’t think I should be here, but I’m living my life as if he has passed away,... Continue Reading →
Christina and I haven’t had the smoothest of relationships, her relentless positivity and optimism not meshing with my sardonic, reclusive personality. But when I think of Christina, I always remind myself how much respect I have for her willingness to give so much, yet ask for so little. I recently sat down with Christina on... Continue Reading →
