Dan

I run into a British writer from the Spectator, a moderate right-wing magazine, who takes the opportunity to apologise for being mean to me on the internet. He thought that was just how you’re supposed to do Twitter. We become, briefly, allies on foreign soil. A certain school of spiteful camaraderie, of bloodless …

What the actual fuck is going on here? What’s going on is what we all know, but mostly don’t want to admit: presidential campaigns favor m…

…urity. He went to work and pruned the herb bushes in the backyard, but he never answered the phone. His brush with Philippe showed him the person he could be, though he was not ready to accept that person. A few days after the kiss, Todd died alone when I sold all his doors. As much as I wanted to support his journey, I was twelve. I’m sorry, T.