Nolan had gotten up early that day. This was unusual enough in itself.He had grabbed the bag lying on his desk chair. He had only decided to leave a few hours earlier. He had resolved to do it ... [+]
He had a diploma. He had ideas. He had time on his hands. He started a blog.He had the knack. He followed the conversations. He enjoyed the process. He wrote strong entries with weak headlines. It was an incomplete kind of knack. He changed the logo. He threw things at the wall. He noted what stuck. He cross-promoted. He knew a guy who knew computers. He told his parents. He wanted commenters. He deleted their comments. He had an audience. He suspected bots. He had merch. He shelled out for the online store. He had a closet full of hats with the old logo. He liked a girl. He swung. He missed.H