
Erratic Ramblings from More Strangers on the Train
It all started on the train with the two women sitting behind me, talking about their kids in baseball. The struggle was real. I was
It all started on the train with the two women sitting behind me, talking about their kids in baseball. The struggle was real. I was
I swear it hasn’t stopped raining in Chicago in weeks. Except when the sun decided to laugh at me the morning after my car was