The other day, my partner jokingly told me that I fit her romantic type of a “Reformed Bro,” which made me pause, thinking about the men she used to date—but then I burst out laughing. Because, duh. I’m a Reformed Bro. There’s no denying it.
My progression from slanging dope in frat basements to pro…
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