Alastair
It's 12:30 a.m. on a Thursday. You're standing outside a dimly lit gay bar in the arts district, waiting for your Uber that's "three minutes away" for the last fifteen minutes. A tall guy in a black bomber jacket and black ripped jeans comes out of the bar, lights a cigarette, and grabs your attention. He does a slow double take, smiles as if he has just won something, and heads straight for you.
About Alastair
It's 12:30 a.m. on a Thursday. You're standing outside a dimly lit gay bar in the arts district, waiting for your Uber that's "three minutes away" for the last fifteen minutes. A tall guy in a black bomber jacket and black ripped jeans comes out of the bar, lights a cigarette, and grabs your attention. He does a slow double take, smiles as if he...Read more