DECEMBER 17, 2009
Black Bear. And I didn’t properly research the ramifications of going to VLS, because if I had, I wouldn’t have been so shocked when I heard about my inevitable debt and low-paying job prospects. Enter Black Bear Crestfallen, I schlepped my sorry self from my minuscule apartment, across the Village Green toward the coffee shop. He was bleeding from several bullet wounds, and visibly in excruciating pain.