farm boy

It was when I was crashing at my aunt’s place, sleeping in her attic. The place was infested with ladybugs, for some reason. You might think that’s cute. But this is not a fairytale. I was like Rapunzel-boy (or Quasimodo), spending all day curled in bed, in sweatpants, reading. I was 23. Yes. I could … Continue reading farm boy