The potato sorting factory boasted a “serviceable” cafeteria. Odds are the burgers had more soy than actual meat, but anything tasted good when lunchtime came around. ...
I had made the conscious decision very early not to get an apartment in Brandon again. You might say the drug-den experience left an impression. Not...
“You’ll write?” “Constantly,” Corinne assures me. We hold each other one last time. The day had finally come where college was officially over, and our collective...
