The Actor There's no choice but to learn the choreography of deception where to pause, where to nod, how to soften a scream into a tilt of the head.
They Called Him a Lover-Part 1 Not the polished, pretty boy who sent flowers and said the right thing at the right time. No—he was the kind who stayed when he shouldn’t have. Who forgave the silence. Who kept showing up, hoping she'd eventually meet him halfway.
The Actor There's no choice but to learn the choreography of deception where to pause, where to nod, how to soften a scream into a tilt of the head.
Road Noise For two years, I wandered the U.S. with no clue what I was doing. I took work calls from a hot spring, made friends with hippies named Moon and one dog who saw right through me. I also ate beans in six different states while crying—but that's advanced content we'll cover in Chapter 9.
Bugs on Tape It began innocently enough. The inch-long millipedes that crisscrossed the bathroom floor were oddly entertaining at first. I’d brush my teeth and watch them march in neat rows to, well, I don’t know where they were going.