by Trevor Freeman
Upon reading our esteemed editor’s “Friday Free for All” and seeing that he was trying to wrest the title of “Most Random Writer” back from me, I knew action had to be taken. Like Maurice Clarett, I decided to bring four guns and a hatchet to this battle. And while I didn’t imbibe half a bottle of Grey Goose before writing there surely is some liquid grain still flowing through these veins. Without further ado, here is a medley of thoughts kicking around my extremely hungover brain this afternoon.