don’t hate me because i was a writer in the naughties

a love letter to Gen Z

Sure I’ve been everywhere and met everyone but don’t hate me, I’m know I’m not fresh and original and twenty-seven like you. It’s true I was once, but that was ages ago, back in the days when they were handing out columns like chicken feed and every second-rate stringer was famous, good-looking and rich.

We both know if I had even a third of your talent…