Tapestry | Adam Johnson
Adam Johnson
Cliff Gods of Acapulco
My father is dying in Zaire, though I don't necessarily know that yet as I drive to Vegas with Jimbo.
Trauma Plate
The Body Armor Emporium opened down the street a few months back, and I tell you, it's killing mom-and-pop bullet-proof vest rental shops like ours.
Nirvana
Here we publish his winning tale of love, technology and personal tragedy.
Nirvana
Here we publish his winning tale of love, technology and personal tragedy.
Dear Leader Dreams of Sushi
Featured in GQ
North Korea is a mythically strange land, an Absurdistan, where almost nothing is known about the people or, more important, their missile-launching leaders.
The Third Mate
Jun Do was down in the Junma’s aft hold, a steel room big enough for a table, chair, typewriter and a stack of receivers.
Scavengers
I was in Pyongyang’s Department Store Number One when I saw a bottle of rice wine emblazoned with the bust of famed Japanese pro wrestler Rikidōzan
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