The novelty of the 21st birthday wears off quickly.
Finally the cab veered off at the Cesar Chavez exit. When I arrived home, all I could do was watch from a distance as the black cloud above Valencia Street expanded like a malignant tumor.
No matter what you post, you can always count on a few fringe elements to come in, guns blazing, and tell you exactly why what you’ve posted makes you the most horrible person ever.
I just read Raul Felix’s article about the division of Generation Y (which is drawn, the author asserts, between those who are Iraq and Afghanistan veterans, and those who aren’t), and although I thought Felix made some extremely salient points,…