Sep
10
My Favorite Memory of Summer 2009
So Rachelle at Guest of Guest asked a few people to share their favorite memory of summer 2009, and though I was really tempted just to say “when I didn’t die,” I decided to share a painfully touching story about me and the guy who runs a fruit stand on my block. Since it’s kind of long, you’ll have to scroll down pass all the twatty blowhards braying on and on about their exceedingly dumb summer memories until you finally get to mine, just so you know.
