It was 2005, I was 14 years old and I had never been kissed. And there was this boy. We’ll call him Timmy because I’m too ashamed to use his real name. What if he sees this and thinks big of himself? Now, Timmy wasn’t all that to look at, but he did play the […]
Dear Lost Forks, I’d like to begin by thanking you for your vital, if short-lived, service. Over the past few months, you have done important work in aid of my taste buds and my stomach. You helped me to shovel pasta into my mouth at a rate that is almost superhuman. You allowed me to mash […]