I have worked for more than 25 years as a reporter or an editor, and I have never once considered going to journalism school. Once I got my foot in the newsroom door, I realized quickly that journalism was a white-collar job with a blue-collar rhythm. All you needed was to serve your apprenticeship, learn from the more experienced members of the guild, and then work hard to master the craft. The rest fell into place.
She was popping her ass like it was a Juicy J show. She spilled her drink on my shoes, which obviously is a hell no moment, and then got mad when everyone around her and her very intoxicated friends were annoyed. It was the best example of Frat House Wasted that I’ve ever seen outside of a frat house.
