Author: Marshall Jones Jr.

Home, for as long as I can remember, has been in Louisville, Kentucky. I remember returning to Bangkok after running around a few other parts of Thailand along with a couple neighboring countries and feeling…

My brother and I walked into the hostel, after getting buzzed in through the otherwise locked door, and I started talking. “We have a reservation for that room,” I said. I pointed out the door…

It was 4:20am. The alarm sounded or I wouldn’t have woken up for another four hours. The sound of rain hit me next. Rain. Rain on the day I was supposed to hike up to…