“Our greatest hit is a love song I wrote for my bandmate. And he has no idea.” Messy-haired, soulful-eyed, off-kilter lyricist Les Graves holds tight to the hedonist’s credo of consumption in every avenue of life. He has trouble staying still, trouble staying sober, trouble turning down a good
Two roommates. One final exam. A whole lot of edging. "I need to ace this final, and you’re nothing but a distraction. In fact, you probably need to back up right now; I’m losing brain cells by the second. Can’t think straight.” Eric flashed his teeth. “If you could think straight, we wouldn’t
