I scheduled an Art session with Brother last week. I don’t recall that’s something I’ve ever done. Nevertheless, it turned out to be productive and (duh) raucous.
Not that I have any particular affinity for Chuck Klosterman — never having read any of his writings (he’s a writer, right?) — I just happen to like his face.
And I have since bought some better paper. This stuff is shit.
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