JHB Turns 30

I’m at Inman Perk. There are actually two Inman Perks, though, and this is the one in Atlanta, not the one in Gainesville, Georgia, where I went nearly every day from age 25 to 28.

It is, as you know by now, the last day of my 20s. I’m sitting at one of the blue tables outside of Carroll Street Café, where I come almost every day. I’m thinking about Paris.

It’s the last day of my 20s, and I’m doing a café crawl. Because I’m an introverted writer and coffee shops are my true home. I’m here at Octane, my second café of the morning.

Today is the last day of my twenties. Tomorrow I will be 30. The big three-zero. And I’m kind of afraid. I am not the kind of person that fears growing older normally. Here’s why: Age brings wisdom. Your top earning years are 55 to 60. Who do you trust more? Someone in their 20s or someone in […]

This is the last day of my 20s. (That is the refrain of the day, by the way. So prepare yourself for repetition.) I became a husband in my 20s. And a father. And a homeowner and business owner. But before all of those things, I became a writer. And so today I’m going to […]