This is the kind of shit you expect at two in the morning, not two in the afternoon.
Not literally. Someone is always going to Disney World, even during a pandemic. Sigh.
The best part of this story might be that I’ve never even seen “Fiddler on the Roof.”
Maybe writing well isn’t really about writing at all.
In which I take several hundred words to communicate “I quit my job;” if only I were a more talented editor.
You’re gonna buy shit. You’re gonna get take-out. Get it from a Black-owned business.