So last night I’m eating with Fnliii at Ryan’s Steak House for the first time in years. We attack the buffet with precision: scouting, reconnaissance, diversionary tactics for that last piece of meat loaf, knocking grandma over for the piece of pumpkin pie. It was like a dream within a dream.

When I sat at my table and looked around, I quickly surveyed our neighbors, and the rest of the people in the restaurant. I came up with a broad stereotype - as opposed to a broad that stereotypes.

The difference between upper middle class and lower middle class is Logan’s to Ryan