My Head Aches and I Hate Everyone and Everything: a memoir

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

There’s something about waking up naked, tangled in bedsheets, with a semi between your legs – your head’s a mess, groggy from spending too much time doom scrolling the night before – and your first thought that pops in your too-sleepy brain is: Am I really about to turn 40?

It’s a work in progress.

Photo by Yan Krukau