Why Do Our Faces Turn Bright Red at the Exact Moment We Wish We Could Disappear?
The paradox of blushing.
More in this series
“I needed preparation, not protection. I needed to see myself as a part of history.”
When a new drug regime gave him a renewed lease of life, Morrison began to receive irate calls from the investor who’d bought over his insurance policies.
By day, he protected businesses from thieves and corrupt police. By night, he changed into sequined gowns to sing and dance in Rio de Janeiro’s cabarets.