My niece is applying to my Alma Matter and they held an open house there today, so I went back. And BOY was it weird going back to the school where I lived, learned, cried, ate and slept. The crowds look the same, but the familiar faces are all gone. Kinda wished I was still in college, but then I was kinda glad I wasn’t. Back then, I was depressed and fat, and not depressed because I was fat, just depressed and fat, separately. Anyway, it made me think about this awesome dorm room I saw in NY Magazine a few months back:

Maximilian Sinsteden is his name, and do I think we are looking at the next Miles Redd? Yes, yes I do.