Back in the world of the mundane: one pair of sneakers to try arrives Thursday from Adidas, while two pairs to try arrive tomorrow from Prime Wardrobe, all because my adored but discontinued Champions fell apart after six months.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.