The kitten-shaped egg timer on the corner of the mattress beeps and they switch positions. Now she is cradling him. His head rests on her slender left arm; her right arm she drapes around his waist ... [+]
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