I’m loath to write this because somewhere, probably in Oregon, in the fantastically named Beaverton, an executive is quietly satisfied that the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.
Why the Nike dragon tried to slay Saint…
I’m loath to write this because somewhere, probably in Oregon, in the fantastically named Beaverton, an executive is quietly satisfied that the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.