Charles Lawson II

Filling ourselves with crab cakes, we begrudgingly left and went to get our suits from the tux guy. I would like to say something interesting happened, but that would be a lie.

Surrounded by Romney posters and stickers in the back seat of a cramped Ford Focus, I was struggling to figure out which circle of hell I was actually in.

The secret to being the perfect loner is pretty simple for the most part – you just don’t have to be interested in people.