Over the summer I had big plans to get a job in LA and finally come “home” after eight years of obsessing over my big tragic middle-class displacement. The abysmal economy and…
Somewhere around hour 18 or 19 of my road trip to California, I was devastated to arrive at the conclusion that I am getting way too old for this. I was thinking…
Being a real person is exhausting. I am not entirely sure I like it, though I have not yet chosen to dislike it. This subject clearly needs a more comprehensive investigation. At…
I think I might be turning into a real person. I find the lack of long-term stability in my “jobs” comforting enough that I can still consider myself only vaguely employed. But…
A week ago I was on 20sb and someone mentioned “the slammer.” My first thought when I hear that word is: Pogs. You remember pogs, right? They were one of the more…