Let Me Sweet Talk You Into Reading This

Working in restaurants, sweet talk paid my rent. Sweet talk ensured a good dining experience despite the $200 bottle of wine.  It was particularly lucrative when the sweet talk was so good they opted for a second bottle. Or, that five-star dessert adding another $50 to the check. Sweet talk wasn’t only directed at customers. … Continue reading Let Me Sweet Talk You Into Reading This

Every Breath You Take: Smith’s Creepy, Yet Impartial Spectator

Recently a friend and I were ranking creepiest love songs. The beautiful, but haunting “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley was mentioned as a runner-up. I suggested that really anything by the ever-angsty Death Cab for Cutie qualified. But we ended up agreeing that  “Every Breath You Take” by the Police takes the cake. He may only … Continue reading Every Breath You Take: Smith’s Creepy, Yet Impartial Spectator