Oct 5, 2022
10 min read
40 Years Well Spent
On sandcastles, legacies, and the meaning of life itself.
As of October 3, I am 40. Exactly 10 years prior, I woke up in a parking lot, homeless and carless and flat broke, about two hours before I ever cut my first check from writing.
Had you told me a decade ago that I’d find myself exactly here, I would’ve asked you to pass me your ketamine. Fun fact: I’d never…
