Love Trips: No Spring Chicken
Appearing five to eight years younger than I am has had its advantages. At eighteen, I’d hop on...
Love Trips: I Didn’t Kill Susie
Alcohol has made me do many things – some insane, some hilarious, and some plain evil. It was...
Love Trips: I See Potential Penis, People
I have a sixth sense. Not the creepy kind like that pasty, frail White boy who sees ghouls...
Love Trips: The End of Ghetto
Sometimes I can be a little bit ghetto. That’s right. This Masters degree achieving, ELA teacher certification seeking,...