When I was a kid, I loved money. Who am I kidding? It’s not like I hate it now. I hoarded so much cash as a child, I could have been the star of an A&E episode. Get $5 for a birthday? Time for my dad to pay out allowance? Ca-ching! I popped those sweet bills straight on top of the pile I kept hidden in my bedroom. Continue reading
I got a backyard with nothing in it, except a stick, a dog and a box with something in it.
Never has a more vivid, perfect picture of Detroit been painted with words. Continue reading