About a year ago, I wrote a piece that I like very much called For the Sake of the Grind. I am proud of this piece because it was super different from the stuff I had written before it. Before that, I mostly wrote silly pieces like a long poem about how many high schoolers follow Craig Lutz on the internet (TBH, I am pretty proud of this piece too, but in a different way. I would also like to clarify that I wrote this piece out of jealously and would gladly accept any and all follows from high schoolers). But, when I wrote For the Sake of The Grind, I wasn’t being silly, I made myself vulnerable. I put myself out there and I liked the way that vulnerability translated to the page. I liked how it felt like an advice column from someone who doesn’t have all the answers, or even many of the answers. It was a column by a dude who is figuring this shit out along with everyone else.