Tiny Tales #1: I Fell Out of a Plane at 10,000 Feet

  San Jose in July is a sprawling geography of white heat, browning mountains, and yellow grass. We pull into the lot beside our squat, cinderblocky destination and my stomach shnargles. For lunch, I’d prepared myself a hybrid of an “I’m Too Cheap To Buy Real Food” meal and a “Potential Impending Projectile Vomit” meal, i.e. old miso soup and a hard-boiled egg I’m pretty sure was … Continue reading Tiny Tales #1: I Fell Out of a Plane at 10,000 Feet