The Gambri Player

The waxy, arythmic tones of the Gambri seemed to carve their way into my soul. His fingers, dark and fine and nimble. Midday sauntered through the windows, casting alight the smoke and dust in the air. It was in a small city on the Atlantic coast, at a local cafe down a narrow alleyway, over […]

The Hash Dealer

Outside the medina it was windy. The beach was floodlit, and the glow of lights from the boulevard appeared pink and red. I got a text from two french girls I met, who were returning to the town I was in. They wanted me to get some drugs for tonight. It was 8PM, and I […]