Seattle is one place I dread, more than DC. The city brings back a notable amount of memories, bitter ones at most.

I swing my leg off my bike and shove my helmet into my saddle.

The restaurant is a glass encased feeding hole.

If I am to describe it, I would say its uptight formal taste is too much for me. But not for the man I am meeting today. This set up fits him like a glove.

Since I left Kanla with Beauty and Killer to hunt Lucca, something has played on my mind, ...