I love Philadelphia. I love my city in much the same way that I love really bad flash animations, frivolous lawsuits, and how-to instructions on bags of airline peanuts.
They make me smile, even when I die a little inside each time. One of the best parts of Philadelphia, apart from the open sewer system and total lack of tomato patches, is the crazy people. Today’s crazy person of note is now only a warm fuzzy memory. I was a freshman then; specifically, I […]