Column: Fake troubles...
November 18, 2020
It was the middle of the night and here I found myself in the high desert of Wyoming with my headlines on trying to navigate through a never-ending sea of sagebrush. While I certainly wasn’t hiding a body as I see on so many of the true-crime shows I endlessly watch, my intentions were not good at all. But let’s go back a little bit first.
My first year of college was a blast, perhaps too much fun. How I managed to pass everything I will never know. I was having so much fun that I really didn’t want to come home where I would have to get a job and some sort of rules in my life.
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