Every afternoon when I peel myself out of bed, I ponder three undying questions over coffee:
Did I text my ex-girlfriend from eighth grade again last night? What color are mirrors? Is Clay Aiken in prison yet?
That last question…that one weighs on me like I’m the bottom man in a chicken fight with Ruben Studdard. And every morning I am shocked to learn that Clay Aiken, nearly 15 years after he secured 2nd place on American Idol, is a free man. Just like you, me, and O.J....