The Truth Does Not Change According to Our Ability to Stomach It
Recently I was asked to pitch an essay about writing and money, and I decided, instead, to write about that here. I’m calling it “Garbage Person.” I first started to think I was a piece of shit after college: age 23, working at a newspaper, beginning on a forever-trajectory of t…
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