By Bob Hill I showed up drunk for my first day of college. I showed up barely coherent, waving like a buoy, reeking like a bad sock that had been bathed in turpentine. After 18 years spent sweating it out in Delaware … Read More
By Bob Hill I showed up drunk for my first day of college. I showed up barely coherent, waving like a buoy, reeking like a bad sock that had been bathed in turpentine. After 18 years spent sweating it out in Delaware … Read More