A Hard Wake Up Call

I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago — somewhere between The Magnificent Mile and the Brewers Stadium. Everyone always asks “Oh, where?” with this inflection like they already know where I live. And, as always, after…

Every one of the nights (and early mornings) of sheer debauchery with my girlfriends in college were reminisced upon for days afterwards and they often ended with me being told that I should write a book. I should write a book because — I am so dry, I don’t give a crap, I am a…