My Mom Skipped My Housewarming for My Sister’s Move and a Week Later My Phone Wouldn’t Stop Ringing After a TV Episode Aired

soaking through my shirt, and set it under the window of my room. My roommate Tessa, who had purple streaks in her hair and was eating pretzels off her comforter, looked up and asked if I’d stolen it from a 1970s church basement. When I told her I’d built it myself at age twelve, her eyebrows went up. “That’s badass,” she said, and we pushed her flimsy continue reading …