Hi kids, I am writing this from the past. Or rather, more past than usual. All being well, by the time you receive this I will be in New York, hungover as shit and still asleep because it’ll be 5am there. Since I have no desire to do anything while I’m there other than drink wine, walk around pointing at cute apartments, and catch up with my pals, let alone spend time writing 1000 words about the deteriorating human condition, I am instead putting below a piece I wrote for a magazine that got rejected. I wrote it ‘on spec’ which basically means the publication
I really laughed out loud many times. <3