Editor’s note: I’m traveling to Not Los Angeles over the next week or so, which means I’ll have limited time to work on longer features. I will make it up to you in a week or two, when there will be thousands and thousands of dumb hot stove rumors, I promise.
Until then, enjoy some quick posts about happier times.
The Giants were in the World Series, and I had imposter syndrome. More so. I was so sure that everything was going to crash, that the curtains would fall and the Giants would be there, shivering in their underwear, as the rest of the student body laughed at them.