“I really want a sequel in ten years,” writes Forty-Year-Old Grad Student about Eighth Grade, “because I have to know that Elsie is ok.” I get it, but I think—despite what I’ve written before—that Burnham should leave it, and us, be.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
“I really want a sequel in ten years,” writes Forty-Year-Old Grad Student about Eighth Grade, “because I have to know that Elsie is ok.” I get it, but I think—despite what I’ve written before—that Burnham should leave it, and us, be.