What did I know in eighth or ninth grade when I picked up this sweatshirt, which at the time had arms, at a thrift shop? There were a few of them, a group of us, just cutting our thinking teeth, swooped them up and left knowing the coup we’d made. …
What did I know in eighth or ninth grade when I picked up this sweatshirt, which at the time had arms, at a thrift shop? There were a few of them, a group of us, just cutting our thinking teeth, swooped them up and left knowing the coup we’d made. …
