Tag buddy comedy
Summer camp has always seemed like one of those uniquely American experiences. Coming-of-age movies taught me that every camp had an intense rivalry with another camp or an annual competition that somehow determined everyone’s fate. There was also at least… Continue Reading →
There was a night in college when my best friend showed up at my door, convinced he had cracked the code to winning back his ex-girlfriend. His plan was, in his words, “bulletproof.” We would drive to Myrtle Beach, stake… Continue Reading →
There’s a specific kind of regret that sticks with you longer than it should, the kind that randomly shows up when you’re trying to fall asleep just to remind you that, yeah, you really did that. Back in high school,… Continue Reading →
