Wick_ed

Wick_ed

My freshman year of college, at a small school in the middle of some corn fields in Indiana, I was placed in a room directly next to the RA’s. Some might consider this troubling, as if the presence of the nosy, finger-wagging RA’s would limit my nascent...
Knowing When

Knowing When

Earlier this week a co-worker looked at me and said, Hey, what’s going on with your beard? It’s getting pretty thick. He was right. I hadn’t shaved in a couple weeks and hadn’t had a hair-cut in nearly two months. I was looking pretty shaggy...