dear diary,
A public confessional for the times boys were absolutely, hilariously, unforgettably not it. Share your stories. Read the chaos.
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I want to be clear that I had a good time. I want that on record before I describe what happened. It was early Tuesday morning, the kind of Durango morning that almost makes you feel like a person who...
Callum had a bracket. I want to be clear about this. Not a metaphorical bracket, not a loose ranking he'd thought through on the drive down. A printed, folded, eight-slot bracket, made in Google Sheet...
Finn decided we were going to Red Hen for lunch, which was a reasonable idea that he then made unreasonable by treating it like a logistics operation requiring advance reconnaissance. He had looked at...