brandon's surprise birthday party

i lied and told him we were meeting up with my uncle alee for dinner.

had to stall a little while until i got word that everyone arrived.


twenty or so of his friends showed up
and got him so shitfaced drunk that i had to carry him home (two very long blocks).

i really like leslie’s smile.


trust me?

email me at cao at harvard dot edu with your snail mail address.
expect a surprise (no, not spam!).