Today’s column is a freebie. Please consider becoming a subscriber for all 3 columns a week….plus access to the entire archive. I’d love to have you. I don't really know how to do stuff. I can't fix anything or install anything or build anything. If I try I'll invariably fuck it up and have to be rescued. The things you take for granted.....dealing with deliverymen or getting from point A to point B and finding a place to park, or going to the store armed with a specific list......I prepare for like a General prepping for war. I'm flummoxed by banks and bills and student loans and Home Depots and wrapping mic cables and plumbing and routine car maintenance. I once had a car I owned catch fire on route 81 because I never changed the oil. My mind doesn't work the way your mind works. While you're thinking about the nuts and bolts of householding, I'm out wandering the streets, engrossed in a podcast about genocide or what happened at Chernobyl, and pondering the damage that belonging to a species bogged down by so many shits does to whatever your definition of a soul is. When I get home I simply avoid anything that’s broken. I'm a hoot at parties.
"a day-to-day dance with fraud..."
"a day-to-day dance with fraud..."
"a day-to-day dance with fraud..."
Today’s column is a freebie. Please consider becoming a subscriber for all 3 columns a week….plus access to the entire archive. I’d love to have you. I don't really know how to do stuff. I can't fix anything or install anything or build anything. If I try I'll invariably fuck it up and have to be rescued. The things you take for granted.....dealing with deliverymen or getting from point A to point B and finding a place to park, or going to the store armed with a specific list......I prepare for like a General prepping for war. I'm flummoxed by banks and bills and student loans and Home Depots and wrapping mic cables and plumbing and routine car maintenance. I once had a car I owned catch fire on route 81 because I never changed the oil. My mind doesn't work the way your mind works. While you're thinking about the nuts and bolts of householding, I'm out wandering the streets, engrossed in a podcast about genocide or what happened at Chernobyl, and pondering the damage that belonging to a species bogged down by so many shits does to whatever your definition of a soul is. When I get home I simply avoid anything that’s broken. I'm a hoot at parties.