The last time I wrote one of these Real Talk articles, I ended with “I’ve got shit to do.” Apparently, that required a follow-up. Since then, I’ve been trying to…
The man who recommended the book had the unfortunate responsibility of being in the room when we discussed it. I respected that. A weaker man would have developed a cough,…
The application required an emergency contact, which seemed presumptuous for a job that paid eighteen dollars an hour. I put down my brother’s name, but then I remembered we hadn’t…
Let me tell you about the time I got promoted at Denny’s for being a lunatic. I was twenty-seven, working graveyard shifts in Santa Barbara, wearing a uniform that smelled…