This is me.

I am a twenty-something trying to make it in New York City. How typical, right? I work as a Stage Manager in the crazy theater world. I also do this part time thing were I’m a barista.

I’ve had some crazy interactions with people here in the city. Some of these people brighten my day. Some of these people are just plain awful. Most are just idiots. I’m going to tell them how it is. It’s the least I can do. Here are my letters to you people, you people to whom it may concern.

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Dear married man who hits on me at work…

You disgust me. I hate seeing your face every morning. I work at a coffee shop, bro. You are supposed to come in, get your damn coffee, and then leave. Seriously. Get out. I don’t need you hovering over me acting interested in my life.... Continue →