Media Driven

The communal cordless rang and rang about six hours before most of my roommates and I would have even considered getting out of bed.  It was Reporter, and in those couple of minutes between realizing you are hungover and not knowing if you were going to be ok that day, I agreed to a road … More Media Driven

Ivy League

Reporter and I casually saw each other the rest of the semester.  Despite a teacup set displayed in the corner of his bedroom, I was taken with him.  (Regardless of where it was from [Reporter clears throat and shoots cuffs for WASPy emphasis “the New York Athletic Club…”] it was a strange decorating choice.) Whenever … More Ivy League