I swear, just as my friend Larkin and I approached the counter at Amandine Café, an employee stuck this sign on her register. Blatant Irish racism… The scene in “True Detective,” in which Matthew McConaughey stopped breathing for a few seconds, made me stop breathing with him. So good… My temporary living arrangements had been going swimmingly until I opened my front door Saturday night and came face to face with a giant possum. It was fight or flight, and I chose fight, screaming at him to run down the stairs and scoot, and when he wasn’t moving fast enough, I told him to hurry it up. He understood and motored out of there, with no clue that I almost crapped my pants. I got acting chops.
