The Convert
August 31, 2025
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After the whole sabbatical thing in Sedona, after the beautiful Ukrainian girl evaporated like a good dream, I was lost. I got back on the dating apps, and it was
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After the whole sabbatical thing in Sedona, after the beautiful Ukrainian girl evaporated like a good dream, I was lost. I got back on the dating apps, and it was
They tell you, when you’re young, that you’re a block of marble. A clean, perfect, untouched slab of potential. You can be anything, they say. Anything you want. You don’t
You scroll through the dating apps, and it’s a goddamn comedy. Every other profile, a woman staring into the camera, trying to look both sexy and profound, and the caption
The demise of humanity seems to be closer than ever before. You don’t need to read the newspapers; you can just go get a goddamn burrito. I’m in my truck
They called him Richard Russell, but that was just the name on his timecard. He was a ground service agent, which is a nice way of saying he was one
It was Christmas Eve in Covina, California. You know the scene. A perfect suburban night, the air smelling of pine needles and roasting meat. The houses all lit up, inflatable
My mother had left us again, my little brother and me, for another night of chasing whatever it is a lonely, drunk woman chases in a town full of potental
My time in the Philippines left a permanent scar on my opinion of the whole goddamn population out there. It’s not a simple place. The women, they’re a beautiful, confusing,
I was living in Sedona at the time, at the tail end of my sabbatical, and the goddamn quiet was starting to get too loud. The silence was screaming. I
I was bouncing between two shitholes at the time: Sharon’s house, which was a sad apartment complex of white trash that had been left behind in Lakewood, and Lewis’s house,
I used to be one of those guys who played hard to get. Not because I was shy or lacked confidence—Christ, I knew what I was capable of—but because I
They have a name for it now, a nice, clean, scientific-sounding name they cooked up in some university basement: “The Universal Fear of the Unknown.” It’s the kind of thing
