3 Months, $1600, And A Wobbly Bullsh*t Couch
Brooklyn Space isn’t disrupting anything other than my sanity.
I wanted to do the right thing. Hear this clearly as we move forward through what can only be described as a rant I’ve been trying not to write for many weeks time. This isn’t who I am as a writer, and Karen-ing on the internet is not a part of my personal culture. (Unless you’re a dating app, in which case I’d like to speak…