Blog: JumpTheTurnstyle

I can just picture Chris Faraone on his bed stomach down, chewing on the end of a pen cap, feet in the air, scribbling "Mrs. Sage Francis" in his notebook with a heart around it. Crossing it out. Writing down, "Chris Faraone Francis" in a heart with a cupid arrow through it... Drawing pictures of the two of them taking their son B. Dolan on a date to the park. Dreaming and giggling about pushing B. Dolan in a swing whilst Sage wistfully puffs on a pipe with the afternoon paper on a bench nearby. [...]