Looking at that girl’s Facebook profile was a bad idea. I knew that beforehand. It’s why I had deleted her number and had not talked to her for a year.
I looked anyway.
The sign said the place would be open at 10:00. It was 10:01 that Saturday morning.
Ajey Pandey
Come on, Ajey. Do it.
I originally planned for HackUMass to be my college dose of questionable life decisions — the kind of stupid reserved for getting wasted at a frat, except with technology, Red Bull, insomnia, and the insistence that it was “educational.” What…
Montreal is a strange place.