A last ditch effort for an authentic life in a world that's burning down, this newsletter promises nothing but has the potential for everything.
I don't know if there will be any consistent cadence or theme, and I don't think I can make any money with this although that would be nice. What I do know is that I am more aware of my mortality than ever before. As empire collpases all around us, dragging with it the last vestiges of safety and familiarity, honoring my girlhood dreams of writing whatever the fuck I want is an act of resistance.
So here you go: Rowdy thoughts and corny poetry for a mid-life crisis amidst global crisis — 100% lovingly, sloppily, and optimistically human-generated.
When there's nothing left to lose, there's nothing to do but win.
