My Magic Watch (Memoir)

My Magic Watch (Memoir)

In 2007, I hadn’t thought about my watch for a long time. It had been nearly thirteen years since I lost it at a Beastie Boys concert in the Czech Republic. It was an expensive Bulova watch. One that I wouldn’t normally wear, but my girlfriend, Lisa-Raquel, gave it to...
The Last Laugh of an Enlightened Pirate (Memoir)

The Last Laugh of an Enlightened Pirate (Memoir)

The hallways of the nursing home were a labyrinth on the day I went to visit you for the first time. I walked the industrial-carpeted hallways with walls covered in paintings of farms, fishermen, and lakes. A combination of disinfectant, cafeteria food, and air...
I Am the Worst Server in the World (Memoir)

I Am the Worst Server in the World (Memoir)

It was my final table of the night. My back was in knots, my feet were throbbing, and I was sweating under my Hawaiian shirt when I opened the black checkbook. Rent was due in a few days, and I needed this tip to be a big one. There it was. One dirty, rusted penny lay...
Becoming a Scoundrel in Key West (Memoir)

Becoming a Scoundrel in Key West (Memoir)

When I was nineteen years old, I lived at the southernmost tip of the continental U.S., two blocks from Ernest Hemingway’s old house in Key West, Florida. My home was a one-bedroom shotgun bungalow with four other young bohemians. Two of them shared the bed, two...