
My heart says yes. My brain says I’m not good enough. My gut says move to Belize. I’ll let them fight it out, as none of them are getting out alive.
In the meantime, I will wear the shoes of authority and hope for the best. What does that ancient sage Liz Phair say? “It’s nice to be liked, but it’s better by far to get paid.” Your love is better than ice cream? Who cares! Liz, you’re a goddamn genius.








