Delirium's Nomad

It wasn’t just the dreadlocks. A lot of times in DC I can chock up the staring to the badly twisted dreadlocks that now frame (or often cover) my face. Nor was it the protruding belly. No, these were not the stares of being that fat guy at a pool party. …

I think the saddest thing about my life is that it has gone exactly to plan. When I was young like 8 years old I wrote down exactly what my life would look like.
It wasn’t clairvoyance or some sort of seeing power, it’s that 90% of people are completely predictable. It …