Blog: End Hits

This weekend my better-half insisted I finally clean out our attic since my lifetime collection of random items has exited the stage of "quaint collector" and entered the territory of "crazy agoraphobic shut-in." In addition to discovering an angry letter I wrote when I was 12 (yet thankfully never mailed) to Beckett Football regarding Barry Sanders, and my absolutely worthless-yet totally complete (for some strange reason I own all 33 issues)-collection of Sleepwalker comics, I unearthed a scrap of paper that contained the pager number of Mark Hoppus from Blink-182 . [...]