I'm An Object Lesson

I haul the laundry and a bag of Chinese food in to the apartment, and I explain that my lateness was due to seeing a guy we were friendly with downstairs on the street.

"We ended up chatting for a while," I say, "and I guess he's really having a rough time: lost his job, had to sign up for Medicaid, went to rehab for drinking but it didn't really stick, depression, the whole thing."

"Poor guy!" Katie exclaims.

"Yeah, but you know, it's amazing how people pull themselves together and say their lives aren't that bad when you tell them you just got over cancer," I say.

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One year ago today: Performance Anxiety

Two years ago today: "We Haven't Had That Spirit Here Since 1969"