London's St. Pancras train station is not all it should be.
Outside, there is one of the most majestic buildings in the West End called - I believe - St. Pancras Chambers which is now an apartment block and damned impressive by any standards.
I sold a pen to a guy that lives there once. He was either a collector or a cheap-skate but when I looked at how much it cost to rent an apartment there, it was obvious that he was wealthy enough to have bought several versions of this particular pen from a store across the road.
Read moreI wasn’t looking to buy a watch. I already have a watch - not that I wear it. I bought it about ten years ago when I had some money but I’m damned if I can remember the last time I strapped it on my wrist.
I was walking past a store a while back in which they only sell Dead Man’s Junk. Dead man’s shoes, dead man’s hats, dead man’s suits - you get the picture. I don’t even know why I stopped to look because I’ve gone past it one hundred times before without being lured in. I’m usually not even interested in living man’s stuff never mind anything a dead man might no longer have a use for.
Read moreWe landed in Philadelphia with ten minutes spare to make it from one side of the airport to the other if we were going to stand a chance of catching the connecting flight to Denver. With security being the way it is, that was looking about as likely as getting a smile out of one of the flight attendants we’d been trapped with for the last seven hours...
Read moreIt wasn’t how I thought my life would turn out, not at the time. I figured I had made some good decisions or at least enough good decisions to put me in a place that was decent enough to jump off from and make my next ‘life move’. That’s not exactly how I was thinking about it at twenty two. No twenty two year old thinks about their life like that but if I think back hard enough, that’s the thought process I can see taking place inside my head
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