‘Ello! My name is Fabio, and you-a must-a try-a my mar-i-nara!
OK, I’m sorry. I admit, I’m not Italian. And my name isn’t even Fabio. It’s Ken. Ken, as in, “Wake me when you’re done saying ‘Ken’.” I just wanted you to think I was exotic.
Eucalyptus…basil…same thing, Connor R.
Photos by Mathew Doherty
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