No Steak Knives for Me
For myself, I've answered the question about separating the artist from the art.
Glengarry Glen Trump
Fuck you, that's my name. Follow me on Twitter.
For myself, I've answered the question about separating the artist from the art.
Fuck you, that's my name. Follow me on Twitter.
When Ali, Casey, and I were in college down in central Illinois, we lived in this great place just a block off campus. It was situated at the top of a hill overlooking the town smack dab in the middle of Greek Row, snuggled between the Beta and SAE houses—a modest, three-bedroom house with a front porch and back patio, and yard that made it ideal for barbecues and other themed or not themed parties.