I’m famished. Up ahead, I see the promise of neon lights. Closer, I read a sign that blinks: SHIT-SANDWICH SHOP. Ooooh, I haven’t had a shit-sandwich […]
I am expecting a shiny, silver E-Class Mercedes Benz, or a glistening, black Audi S5. Something with prestige, something that says: “I have arrived”. Instead, he […]