There’s a postscript to today’s story. Longtime readers know that I enjoy a heady cocktail of batshit lunacy, one ingredient of which is obsessive thoughts. I carried The Bus Boys incident around […]
118. The Boys Are Back In Town
That autumn my childhood friends and I started to go our separate ways. Hal The Drummer left for college, and so did Sherri. We hadn’t dated for months, but I still pined […]
Why It Matters 