Fuck Beer; drink coffee.
The twenty-one hours to himself during the day aren’t so bad, but the three hours at night are paralyzing. He always tells himself, in the midst of particularly productive days, that he’ll be able to finally start doing things during the night, but when the time comes he’s scared of going out.
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Feb 28, 2016 • No Comments
We asked our stable of unstable writers to reflect on fear — personal, conceptual, metaphysical. They started with 300 words and narrowed focus and word count, by halves.
I don’t hide from those who ask that I’m usually not the biggest fan of the Nass’ “PrinceWatch” series, but often I have to admit that it is justified.
At this point, hating Skrillex is so common that it’s no longer really possible to gain any cultural cred by expressing one’s disapproval for the musician. If anything, engaging in vocal hatred just establishes you as yet another member of three distinct groups. You might be part of the group of Skrillex disparagers made up...