My Encounter With La Salle's Lionel Simmons, The Last Of The Local Gods

He was still the coolest guy in the building. Stylish sneakers, dark jeans, a navy-colored vest puffing out from a navy-colored sweatshirt. He was a little heavier now, and his close-cropped goatee had gone salt-and-pepper, but behind his black-rimmed eyeglasses he still wore that familiar sleepy look of perpetual unsurprise. Read more...