“Whatever happened to Jennifer Trynin,” I wondered to myself as I went down a musical nostalgia hole once again, and then I googled, and now I know: the music industry did.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
“Whatever happened to Jennifer Trynin,” I wondered to myself as I went down a musical nostalgia hole once again, and then I googled, and now I know: the music industry did.