A personal essay about the loss of the Internet's home for the best writing in sports, pop culture, and life.
When I was in high school, I got a "job" doing office work for my dad as a law clerk. I mostly made copies, maybe cut some stuff here and there. Maybe read a document or two, but not because he really wanted my input. He needed a reason to feel like I should be paid $8 an hour. Here's a very real fact: I shouldn't have. I didn't deserve to be paid. I was usually just in my "office," reading things from this website that I had found.