Backpack and Dictionary I didn’t have much money. He did. Alcohol is the reason we became friends. Shots and pitchers and girls and, “whatever…” “Yeah, you only live once”, and both of us could handle our alcohol like professional sports athletes… but (like it usually does) along came a totally different (but related) kind of… Continue reading Debauchery (Draft Pages, Part One)
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Adventures In American Writing 