Goodbye Earl(s)
Late on a Monday night three years ago, I was behind a $10k bar, getting yelled at by a balding, overly sweaty 40-year-old man. I stood there with...
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Dear Mom and Dad, I Want to Be a Writer
At four years old, I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was in kindergarten—barely able to leave my mom’s side for five minutes without...