In celebration of McSweeney’s 25th Anniversary this column happens over there today.
The next chapter needs to be about how I FedEx poke bowls to people, knowing they will rot in transit. It’s part of my “sickness,” and maybe why Linda left me. I am convinced the Broncos will not win unless I send the poke bowls to strangers. Everyone I deal with at the FedEx counter asks if I am mailing anything perishable, and I lie to them and say, “NO way!”