On the Run

The name's Jak Szabo.  I write.  I'm on the run.  Take that as you will.

Other than that, there isn't much you need to know about me.  I'm prone to reckless abandon.  I like to dig –– in dirt, in archives, in books and backgrounds.  Hablo español.  E um pouco de português.  Coffee, please, infused with mint.  Cheap pens bundled in plastic bags.  Lined notebooks.  Sunsets in smog-covered cities.  Heat mirages.  Faded photographs that conjure up memories that belong to someone else.

I'm mostly truthful, except when I remember that I'm a compulsive liar.  Then I'm not so truthful.