A Shot from Cupid - Chicken Nuggets of Wisdom
It was February of 1980-something. The braces had finally come off. I’d become well versed in the application of copious amounts of Aquanet and was fairly certain that I’d never leave George Michael, “hanging on like a solo”. What I was far from certain of though, was whether Michael Murphy even knew I existed. Sure … Continue reading A Shot from Cupid →