Watch how good I fake it.

I met a beautiful man tonight. Beautiful in intelligence. Beautiful in eloquence. Beautiful in movie knowledge. Beautiful in spirit and garb. Ugly in unavailability. He was, quite simply: all that I have learned to live without. Like most taken men, they don’t realize the golden light they shine upon you which speaks of prose andContinue reading “Watch how good I fake it.”

The fable of Fabio

Day One. Night time. Rome. Lugging my cumbersome home upon my back, I set out to find my hostel. However, the closer I get, the further away I seem to travel from the respectable part of town. Cue Fiesta Terrace Hostel (more Festy than Fiesta). My host emerges from the dark, like something out ofContinue reading “The fable of Fabio”