Colombian Nights by Casey Nordbak The only thing I know about my life is that I don’t want to live it normally- that’s how I ended up in Colombia. It helps to have an equally impractical buddy ready to take these leaps with you. Jack gives me a call. “Hey, man, want to move down... Continue Reading →
Tinder. What a place. Great for the thirsty young man or woman who doesn’t feel like going to a bar or after-work mixer to find human companionship. I first came about the app in 2013 when my buddy brought it up at dinner. “Have you heard of Tinder?” he asked as I paraded around the... Continue Reading →
My alarm goes off, another Sunday morning beginning at the crack of dawn. In a haze, I walk to the bathroom for my morning ritual. I'm caught off guard when I take a piss that doesn't feel normal. I don't think much of it. Maybe the spaghetti bolognese I ate last night had old tomatoes... Continue Reading →
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