Just the other day, a friend of mine and I were coming back home from college in the train. I love hanging at the entrance. No, I aint suicidal. I just love the breeze in my hair. And she said something to me that stuck throughout the day. She said, giggling slightly, “oh god, sam, grow up.” I’d been playing with the handles, making weird shapes and making her laugh. Last time I checked, that wasn’t a crime, now, was it? But it stuck not because it hurt. It didn’t hurt. I take that as a compliment now. It stuck … Continue reading Goofy with a side order of Awesome! Yea!