Life has been pretty much Times New Roman lately; plain and boring, except for that godsend pair of 32Ds which kept me alive for the past 2 months.
I go by my day trying not to die from garbage cancer, road accidents and phone bills, while at night I crawl to Mar Mikhael looking for answers at the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle.
Answers to some questions which have been swirling around my head for the past 3 decades: “When is all this shit gonna end? Is Beirut ever gonna change? And most importantly who’s that gorgeous woman at the bar ?” Continue reading
Forgiving Beirut 