October 2010
7 posts
I couldn't fall asleep last night. So I put... →
Last Friday, I covered the Democratic rally @ UCLA... →
Clogging My Arteries One McChicken At A Time: The...
Pending title for my autobiography. Or obit.
Meet Westwood's "Apostle Smith": A Street... →
Let’s see. I must have stood with him for over an hour. He was at his usual place - across the street from Didireise (How else would I remember?). He was quite friendly and more than obliging when I told him about the project and what I intended to do. When I whipped out my camera, he took off his fedora to give his hair a quick fixing.
He told me a little bit about his life: He used to...
There are only a few things I hate more than...
JUST SPRING FOR SOME MORE SOAP DAMN
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Today, I like the rain. It takes me back to a particular Sunday afternoon in July. In a bedroom confined by bare, off-white walls and a lone window, I woke up to the sound of murderous thunderclaps. It was pouring raining for the first time in days. The usual florescent gray of the Shanghai sky was a black abyss. Impenetrable. I got up and pushed open the window as far as it would go. And I...
Cyber-Bullying is IRL (In Real Life) →
