Chip Warren

Chip Warren

Budapest

Bullet: The Genesis

I met Bullet Shih in the summer of 2002, a couple of years after he arrived in Budapest and a couple of weeks after I did. We were both part of the same ragtag Bohemian circle of friends that included expats and refugees, poets and pornographers, artists aspiring and actual.

Drinking a Beer

I'm drinking a beer. Not trying to cut back because I don't drink that much. Joined a gym. First time in

Day 375: What is this, Top Chef?

Chopping onions for gulyás while plotting my creative jailbreak. Ditch the middlemen. Why let some suit decide if my stories matter when I could build my own platform?

Day 374: Down By The River

After yesterday's anxiety, a little perspective about my residency stuff. I sip tea that's too hot to drink, watch a fisherman casting into the current, and trace my location on Budapest's riverscape.

Day 373: It All Comes Crashing Down

Thanksgiving abroad, low key panic attack after I get a cryptic email about my residency permit reporting requirement. No clear instructions, a looming deadline, and