I love True Crime and I cannot lie

I met my best friend in grad school, when we both discovered we shared the same guilty secret/pleasure:  our love of true crime. This took place in a Midwestern English grad program in the early/mid 1990s, when we shared a square, windowless office at the end of a long, windowless hall, across from some fellow grad student boys who thought they were so … Continue reading I love True Crime and I cannot lie