My Dad Told Me To Pack My Things And Beg On The Streets On Thanksgiving Night

and freelance contracts and security consultations and company building. But I had burned through it like a clean fuel, and what remained on the other side was something that felt, in its quiet way, more durable.

“I’m going to tell you about my life,” I said. “And I’d like everyone to listen until I’m finished.”

No one objected.

I started at the beginning.continue reading …