Drinking alone

Club 41 on King Street West In 2007, soon after I had discovered or, rather, been directed to, Club 41 by a kind and thoughtful waitress at Antonio's, I was still far from the point where I find myself now and even further from the point where I want to be on my own personal journey. At that time, it was a much darker, stifled, moody and


The rhythmic clittety-clack of the train has a tranquilising effect – hypnotic - especially when rolling through the desert, heading for Los Alamos and the heat is so thick that you can stick a pin in it. It gets so it almost speaks to you. It tells, if you listen, stories of the desert rolling by outside the windows, of the Chinamen who