For many weeks, walking home from work each night, I avoided the guy who sat in a wheelchair in front of my bank. He was there every evening, with an outstretched cup and a smile that revealed a gold front tooth. His brown eyes gleamed. A field of stubble covered his jowls. He had skinny Read More
The first thing you notice is the smell. It hits you like an artillery shell, an odor of sweat and grime bold enough to fell a Harley-riding warthog. As you stand in the vestibule, you close your eyes and inhale it deep into your lungs.
You’re here to discover your own heart of darkness. Read More