The alarm kept beeping. It was another morning, like every other morning. A good night’s sleep has always been a prized commodity, but on the ship it was merely a dream. “Jamie, get up,” I said. “One more write up and you’re fired. Get up, go to work, and let Ashley and I go back to sleep.” She gave an unintelligible grunt in return. Ashley would lose it if that alarm … [Read more...] about Ship Happens
Couch Surfing Flat Waves
It was about 9:30 in the morning when I walked into the women’s public restroom at the police substation in Wailuku. Like every other weekday morning, I went straight into the stall. I wanted to be as quick as possible—the longer I was in there, the more probable it was that someone I knew would walk in. After giving myself a hippy shower with an Evian bottle filled with … [Read more...] about Couch Surfing Flat Waves