Growing up in an Italian neighborhood, everyone around me had "a guy." If you asked your friend about a roofer he would reply, "I got a guy." If your hair wasn't greased enough, your friend would [...]
When I was young I could fly. No really, I could. As long as I had a good running start down the hallway I could make a horizontal jump at least 3 or 4 feet into the air and onto my [...]