Getting Down With the Gulls

  “Hey Vermont kid, are you okay?” Probably not. I was passed out in an unknown hallway with blood on my face, a dick drawn on my neck, and hazy memories of a 40 oz. bottle filled with what looked like Tide detergent floating through my head. It was the Sidewalk Slammer, the drink of... Continue Reading →

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