Fifty minutes later, I emerged flayed, dazed, giddy, and job-having.
Junior Assistant Editor. I was a junior assistant editor.
Truthfully, I was still a bit shaky on what that actually involved. But, whatever it was, it was a real thing and I was going to be paid for it. Not, y’know, much. But I’d never been paid for anything before. Unless you counted that time Matthew had established a scholarship in my name after I’d given him a blow job.
I lurched past one of the Pitts and into Hanover Square. Slumped onto a bench, amid the swirling green, and messaged everyone I knew with shaking fingers. Matthew first, of course. And he was the first to get back to me, signing his congratulations off with an x, which was incredibly effusive for him, squeaking in before my family, who sang to me as
