Blog entries by John Franklin Dandridge

  1. I was walking down Damen Ave. when a stranger stopped me and asked, “Hey, wasn’t that you I saw yesterday having an argument with your girlfriend?” He then joked, “Can I have your autograph?”, before walking on. Yesterday afternoon, Olive and I were walking down Division St., hot as piss, hungry, and looking to stretch a large portion of the last $20 in my pocket into some sandwiches from...