As far as adhesive goes, I’m about as effective as an off-brand glue stick. The kind that barely holds construction paper together and frequently serves as a snack for children. Because within half an hour, I’ve lost Logan. Completely and totally lost. There is no sign of the man anywhere. And trust me, I’ve looked. It’s not like he’s hard to miss either—he’s a big dude. A big dude who might have left the building right alongside Elvis.
