The dreadful, ongoing saga of Listi’s writing life (and “sex life”) in his twenties.

Quenby says goodbye to the feral cats of Jerusalem.

It started me thinking about my computers, years back, when the feds invaded my house and confiscated my equipment. I was accused of selling stolen library books (bogus) and the curtain was coming down. They wanted me off the street. Or at least out of the libraries.

Kip (realized he) lost his passport 13 hours before he was to get on a plane and effectively move from Spain, where he had lived for almost six years. Through a series of phone calls, he was told he might still be able to board the plane. So, with his heart racing at full patter, he went there and tried to board that plane. Sort of an ultimate bad-day tale that makes you thankful you are not him.