the beer

Typing these old journal entries has reminded me of what a huge pain in the ass it was to write an entry (nearly) every day when I was in England. There are some pages where my handwriting is barely legible and even less coherent, because I was delirious with exhaustion when I wrote them. Nevertheless, […]

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Goobertown

This past weekend I drove down to Arkansas to see my cousin compete in an NCAA Division I bowling tournament. On the way down, we drove through a place called Goobertown, and Will narrowly escaped a fistfight with a one-armed man. True story. Emily bowls for the Lady Red Wolves at ASU and although she’s […]

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chirp

Freshman year, there was a girl who lived down the hall from me, who—for whatever reason—was explaining how to prepare and eat fried crickets. “The best way to kill them,” she said, “is to put them in the freezer.” I chuckled and asked if you could hear them screaming, the way lobsters cry out when […]

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