I’m sitting in bed eating my second chapati of the evening, chased down with lemon and ginger tea sweetened with honey, because wine and chapo might not go too well together. My mind is reminding me, very loudly, that I
The events described below really did take place…and I’m still processing it all.
I’m sure you all know by now that I’d been waiting anxiously for this baby to arrive for a hot minute, and for a couple of reasons: a)
At first glance, there’s nothing remarkable about him. He’s just another guy working at the salon. He picks a mannequin head, looks at it intently, runs his fingers through the atrocious wig on it. It looks really hood; half black, half