January 2012
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10.30.11
I am so vain, that after I have broken a good man’s heart and smoked half a bowl of weed, I am dazzled by the irony of strolling through frosty Lincoln Park at midnight while my college friend Safiya bellows operatic numbers beside me like a human gramophone. We are pretentious Northwestern students, high and mighty, reckless and ignorant and just a little bit funny. This is a scene in a...
