Looks are deceiving. I love driving up next to people who see an innocent-looking Asian girl, only to be disproved by my rolling down the window and unleashing hell in the form of sizzurpin’ trap music (I didn’t use that word correctly).

Similarly, one of the toughest looking guys out there is an emotional sweetie (in the most macho way possible).

Curtis and I met last year at debate camp (what’s new), though we barely talked. We didn’t really become friends until our mutual friend Greg helped me to convince him that I had gone to jail for starting a fight, and that I had a mad potato tattoo on my stomach.  Continue reading →