Justin Gaethje
Column: Knees To The Grounded
Grandma Emma’s. The neighborhood diner, we all have one. Serving a diverse but affordable cuisine usually owned by an olive skinned family of either Greek or Italian descent. In my early twenties and fresh into my first legally rented apartment, Grandma Emma’s was mine to hold court in. I was new to the neighborhood and […]
Column: Knees To The Grounded
“What are you doing?” she asked. “You know. Getting ready for the fights.” I had my ice bucket firmly in place under the dispenser. Each cube dropping with a purpose. The purpose of soothing the senses while I digested violence vicariously. “Who’s coming over?” “No one.” I refrained from looking up, knowing what was coming […]