by InkedandAbroad | Jun 2, 2019 | Confessions
“Does my asshole look as nice as his?” I asked my girlfriend. Unsure if I’d been heard, I repeated the question. Her silence said more than words ever could. Learning you don’t have a cute asshole is like dying. You know it will happen someday, but you never...
by InkedandAbroad | May 13, 2018 | Confessions, Destinations
A town called David. I was in a town called David. And there was a black cat by me first thing in the morning. That much I remember. He was making some sort of noise, a cross between a meow and the word “why”. It was all very surreal and haunting and...
by InkedandAbroad | Nov 19, 2017 | Confessions, Mexico
Mexico Nightlife – “Is this the mild one?” I asked. A question, directed at no one in particular. Unsurprisingly, there was no reply. Sitting at the end of a long table that felt less secure than my financial future, I hadn’t yet taken a bite of my food. Still,...
by InkedandAbroad | Sep 27, 2017 | America, Confessions
West Yellowstone National Park – “Sexual Heroin”. She repeated herself. “I am sexual heroin”. Then paused. Letting the words she had used to describe herself wash over me. This was a woman who was trying to entice me, and maybe perhaps threaten me, to this...
by InkedandAbroad | May 13, 2017 | Colombia, Confessions
The War On Drugs – Cassie Sainsbury. It’s a name that has quickly risen from obscurity to one synonymous with idiocy. It’s a story that seems to be repeated in the news on a regular basis. A young life, be it man or woman, is caught overseas with copious amounts...
by InkedandAbroad | Mar 23, 2017 | America, Confessions
Mirror Maze Terror – I will confess I’ve encountered terror in my life. Over the course of my 7 months of chemotherapy and subsequent surgeries he and I actually become friends in a warped way. When the spectre of death points an ethereal finger at you it seems...
