Right now, I am writing from a coffeeshop in New Haven, the city I am convinced that Satan built. And if he didn't build New Haven, he totally civil engineered I-95.
Yale is yale. I am genetically engineered/brainwashed to immediately feel that all yalies (or elis) are not friendly and out to get me.
Soon I am heading home to look after Louis.
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