Long and winding.

Fighting words abroad.

Imagine living in Cleveland or Baltimore and you’re drunk and on your way to work and all you want is a cup of coffee, except you can’t get to the coffee shop because there is a throng of backpackers staring at . . .

This must be what it’s like to be retired…

Not the real kind, the kind that come and spend their dollars in Rio and Buzios, but rather the new slasher movie about a group of hot-but-dumb Yanks who get carved up by organ harvesters on a trip to the Amazon.