Hey, it's you guys who insisted on thinking of me as "nice." SOMETHING HAPPENS WHEN YOU HIT sixty, or, to make this as painfully specific as possible, the last couple of months of sixty-four-ness. That's right. On September 21st, 2020, I will officially be sixty-five years old. And what happens is me, unmoored. I've cut … Continue reading It’s Official: I Am a Horrible Person →