Tag Archives: at least we’re not fighting

Make Out Alright

We stood there, at the unofficial border between the dining room and the living room, holding onto each other. You might’ve thought a million things would race through my mind. Maybe normally they would. But I stood there gradually stretching each finger on my right hand to try to relieve the cramp and letting all […]

Yours Is No Disgrace

I wasn’t lying about getting up early. We had to be at the Chicago venue by like four o’clock, which meant a six hour drive, leaving at ten a.m., and actually we had to leave earlier than that so we could have time to stop and eat. The wake up call would come when it […]