When I was 12 my parents and I went to the county fair. As fairs tend to be, it wasn’t very much fun and I ended up following my parents through tent after tent of vendors hawking their wares and giving free demonstrations. The hours of aimless walking was taking its toll on my legs and so when my parents got trapped by an outdoor spa salesman I beelined for a chair I saw in the next tent over. I...
I’m an ex software engineer, a newly-minted exporter, and on my way to becoming an international vagabond. I write about things like polyphasic sleep, moving to the other side of the world for no good reason, and surfing. Read more...
