The race for quality has no finish line. http://brookerutherford.com/
A year or so after I first moved to London I went on a few dates with a pick up artist.
The original title of this post was “My parents spent $234,000 on booze, smokes and weed.”
It never feels appropriate to write about this. Perhaps because both of my parents are still alive (which I’m grateful for) and the idea of them reading it makes me break out in a cold sweat.