My Interview With Elon Musk In one-on-one interview, Elon Musk says he’s “mentally retarded.” How did you get to interview Elon Musk? My uncle is the billionaire patron of the far right. Since the youth recognize leftism as correct, my uncle insures enough of the real rejects hear the truth…

When you’re crippled or get crippled, your body suddenly doesn’t belong to you and in my case my body was passed around to nursing homes, nurses, doctors, nurse aides, brothers and sisters, wives and mother-in-laws. I became a man without a body — and by body, I mean a machine…

Elon Saved Me from the Left I was a communist, that’s what all my online stuff said about me, that’s what all my online groups reinforced. Twitter under Dorsey, used the algorithm to melt my mind like plastic, making me feel what psychology.com defines as empathy, making me loopy. I…

I grew up piss poor, but smart. There was this kid, across town, name of Elon. He had an elaborate tree house, the size of my actual house, and I hung out there with the other boys. It was a circular, elevated fort, wrapped around an 130 year old oak…

I know nothing of before, I have one memory of toddlerhood, a little yellow plastic chair, a second story window. A field shaped by a tar chip road. All I can do now, is recognize beauty. I don’t have money. I find great transcendence in leaving zero trace. When I…

I hope it is very quiet there/ where at least everything is knowable/ or not at all. Just/ no need for curiosity/ or worry over meaning/ Do you understand me?/ Do you worry/ your character is not really main?/ That you will dissolve/ into the grey of the Rust Belt./…

Bret McGomfry was rounding 49. He’d worked at Standard, in Salem, Ohio, his whole life. The chili cheese dogs had chased him down the path to obesity. He had gained 800 pounds. Miraculously, he could still walk, though irregular, and sideways. He’d never seen his penis. He lived alone, wifeless…

My birthname is Chad Nelson, before I moved to Cali, and legally got it changed. I acquired a nickname from my standup comedy. My fellows call me B, but ravenous fans chant B-Celebrity. I capitalized off a viral moment, when my punchline was about my own realization — I’m forever…

Th’ weed ain’t cut the pain no more, th’ pills got me driving through th’ storm, I’m drifting down 11, southbound to Liverpool, hoping for a bag of heaven, thinking bout my life at 7…