Friday, October 5, 2018Subscriber update


For a long time I was an asshole because I thought if I could be the thing that had hurt me then it couldn’t hurt me anymore. Or maybe what I mean is that I just really liked booze, which I definitely did, and sometimes still do, though I’ll never really access it in the way I once did. I miss it, though, which is maybe the same thing as liking something. I once loved someone whose whole person, the sum total of whose humanity, can be gesturally summed up as a red-faced man yelling “I like beer” while crying.