Jamie, James, Jame. Call me what you want. Age is just a number, but mine happens to be 25. I was on the search for the perfect cup of coffee, but I found it in Italy. Still searching for the key to surviving law school. Basically just a somewhat broke coffee connoisseur living in the Bay.
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
