We’ve gotta stop this tradition where I break my car halfway between Austin and Mass and I can’t get a hold of my dad so I have to ask y’all then we all just watch for smoke or whatever as I limp this thing to where I can get it fixed.
Most of you missed the time I pulled into the one writers workshop I’ve been to and had to put out a small engine fire in the parking lot.
It’s a fun way to announce you’re the financial aid recipient. They had to move me to a different room because they rent these vacation cabins to house everyone and the landlord didn’t want me parking my meth lab looking Toyota mini Winnie in her driveway.
Sup @commofwriters Thank you for being cool about my Winnie. I swear it was not a meth lab.