A story I wrote years ago.

One of my last hundos.

I remember writing it at a starbucks in Vegas. I was sitting at one of those too tall tables next to a glass wall - it was in the lobby of an office building, or indoor minimall or something.

It was the end of the Moveline era, and I definitely felt like I was forcing the writing a bit. Doubts creeping in, critiques that the format is a gimmick, and me intuiting or inferring that gimmick is to be frowned upon. What an elitist.