It’s time to print more copies of our book (hurray!), and as Crissy was giving the book another quick once over, she reminded me how much I loved this Ian Harding commercial when we were writing. Turns out I still love it. I like to imagine this is part of Ezra’s brooding, poetry-writing past, when his poetic passion was as untamed as those curls. Also, how is Sheetz a drink? Worst branding ever. —JK