Chinatown, Manhattan, 1999

For a brief, bright while, Frank St. Jacques and I were best friends. He lived in Chinatown. The night he first walked into Odessa, I felt a punch to my gut and thought, "Oh, this is not going to end well." When inevitability caught up with us, he made me the greatest break up tape ever. To this day, I still love that tape, and I think of him every time I taste whiskey.