Quentin Super… Author of The Long Road North… Ghostwriter… Instagram: quentinsuper8372
It’s been two weeks since the government told us to stay inside. Their request didn’t change my lifestyle much. The only difference is I haven’t been able to go to the gym to try and achieve a level of vanity I foolishly believe will make me happier. This has relegated me to doing only pushups,... Continue Reading →
Things seemed so normal as recently as a week ago. NBA games were still going on and coronavirus was merely a looming threat, something we assumed only affected older people and those with compromised immune systems. That’s what we knew then. What we know now is much different, but even that is not enough to... Continue Reading →
Sunday nights bring a certain kind of clarity. It’s humid, and it’s only March. My best material is written in my head, and then when I sit down to type it out, all that elegant artistry has abandoned me and I’m left with jumbled thoughts and formulations that don’t make sense. It’s about 9:03 P.M.... Continue Reading →
“Any woman who wants to date you right now isn’t worth dating.” These were the words told to my buddy by his critical mother. As he relayed their interaction to me, the line resonated. It’s been almost two weeks since coming back to America. Part of me is grateful to be home, the other part... Continue Reading →
I would say it’s something in the water, but throw a few ice cubes in your glass and Florida water is as good as any. For months I’ve struggled trying to pinpoint what makes dating in Florida so unenjoyable. Lengthy conversations with multiple people have yielded the same answer: it’s just different down here. And... Continue Reading →
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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 →
