Carl College

College was the best. You wore bedhead all day. You had the speed to outrun campus security. Oh, and drugs. Being an adult sucks. Age takes your hair. Routines rob your years. Conformity steals your cargo shorts.

I know I’m a cliché. I wear a beanie. I plug headphones into my beat-up laptop and pound out words for hours in a coffee shop, hogging tables with my room-temp drip coffee. But I don’t have a family, so I dedicate my nights to creating Yarns and Verses that traverse a wide range of categories, including Xperiments and Social Pedantry. My People Platters profile young and old folks with youthful notions—ignorant screw-ups who still think they have years to recover.

Please enjoy.