I’m the one who should be crying, about the criminal lack of pizza

Next stop, Kenyon College.  Dave’s friend was desperate to come with me, but I was pretty sure that a two-hour car ride with him would result in me killing him.  He was so pathetically eager to make the trip with me that I almost caved.  But I didn’t.  I’m more of a softie than IContinue reading “I’m the one who should be crying, about the criminal lack of pizza”