token poor

I walk through Rho parking lot every day on my way home from class. I live in Lovernich, which isn’t that bad, but I happen to reside in the worst building: no ocean view, a refrigerator that smells like rotted cucumber no matter how many boxes of baking soda we lavish upon its odoriferous sensibility, and we don’t have cable. How? I don’t even know, but I've been missing out … [Read more...] about Nam Knows Best: Being the Token Poor Part I