A Bulldog Named Fireball

When I finally caught up Bamboo, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine morning. Not another rainy day surrounded by cats, he’d thought to himself, went out to Versailles, hooked his thumb, and caught the […]

From Marrakech with Love

Once, I ran in to Rowdy and Piper in an airport bar in Marrakech. Time doesn’t have much meaning in airports – I was having evening drinks, but they were having breakfast, Piper squinting at the noise and bustle, Rowdy poring over a stack of maps and brochures. I got the feeling he had woken […]