PERSONAL ESSAY | OPINION
Money Is Stupid
No, you can’t have mine.
This week I went to the park with my wife, threw a blanket on a spot where the autumn grass was still green, kicked off my shoes to show my mismatched socks to the world, and opened up a good book. While I enjoyed the breeze, the shy sun, and the fading green of the falling leaves, I thought to myself: parks fucking rule!