In Praise of Crappy Hospitality, Or Why I’m Finally Having My Neighbors Over

The morning I walked through the door into my friend’s second floor apartment, I wasn’t prepared. There he was, kneeling on the carpeted floor of their kitchen with a fuzzy haired baby girl whom he met only hours before. The baby’s two older brothers bounced on couch cushions and half-heartedly watched Guardians of the Galaxy … Continue reading In Praise of Crappy Hospitality, Or Why I’m Finally Having My Neighbors Over

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