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"Sometimes a CEO would come in and pace. He needed to “think out loud.” We’d have pastries, coffee; I remember feeling at a loss: how do I behave in front of this client when I have truly no idea what I’m supposed to do or be?"
A love letter to the Tiki Adult Theater: "When it’s gone, where will all these lost souls go?"
Quarantined away from liquid holiday cheer
... or so I've been told
a preview from AWRY, a Brick House publication
Reporting from the Big Long Now
Until the tragedy reaches you, it will remain someone else’s problem.
Dreams will have to get weirder to keep up.