“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...
“Can’t explain, something that you’re feeling For the very first time.” – Chicago May 1993 was the end of the college year, and both me and...
“What could it be, it’s a mirage. You’re scheming on a thing – that’s sabotage.” – Beastie Boys We all do things in life we’re not...
