[S]he was going to live forever, or die in the attempt. -Joseph Heller, Catch-22 I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste…
Category: True Stories
Night Hike Gone FUBAR
Though the men didn’t say a word, no translation was needed; the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked echoed in the soft morning air. It wasn’t the first time I’d run in with armed guards in a third world country, and I knew somewhere inside of me that it wouldn’t be the last. Now,…