Chronicles of an Uncool-Cool Kid by Jill Firns
Just a few nights ago, I was exiting the restroom at one of my favorite bars. I had just divvied out a number of facial tissues from my purse in my stall, passing them under the wall to my left,…
Just a few nights ago, I was exiting the restroom at one of my favorite bars. I had just divvied out a number of facial tissues from my purse in my stall, passing them under the wall to my left,…