Another installment of the “Love, Recorded” column is up now: “Five Trips to the Bunghole and I am the Shit.” (I don’t title these, by the way. This one was just a lucky collision of words.) I write about a failure of exercise, Our Island of Epidemics, nips, ambition, football, and fortune-telling.
Here’s an excerpt: “The writers here are self-conscious, but then they are drunk.”
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