The Gravitational Pull of Cleveland

Or, how to give it all up to chase a dream

I had never laughed so hard at something so fucked up.

We were at our friends Chris and Aryn’s house and we had eaten dinner and Chris was telling us about the time he was a painter for a company that owned nursing homes back in Cleveland. He and his partner would go from one rundown home to another and add a fresh coat of paint to the walls to hide a…