When I was five ( Read more... )

A friend introduced me to The Sun two years ago when we both worked at Enron*. I love that magazine. It reads like the gritty underbelly of your subconscious whispering in your ear late at night... until you notice it's the middle of the day, on a noisy Metro bus, and you're about to miss your stop. It colored all of my days in Houston ( Read more... )