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August 07, 2013


I'm a freelancer, but I write a lot for the Post, and so my first question, naturally, is: how will this affect the integrity of American culture at large? Kidding! My first question, after I stop weeping and vomiting and shaking, is: OMIGOD WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW? The answer, for now, is just keep doing what I am doing, or mainly not doing, I suppose (cell phone chess, sleep, ice cream, the Tigers). If I think about this stuff too much I get really angry, and then catatonically depressed.

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