drug trade

I went home over winter break, to the gray sludge of Cincinnati, where I saw family and old friends, to whom I once divulged my secrets in “bro talks” on dirty couches on Friday nights. They were now just passing faces at the grocery store. A large portion of my break was spent on couches in my house, asking family members whether they’d “seen that video.” If they had, we’d … [Read more...] about Couch potato in search of home