David Sedaris is one of my favorite writers. Sometimes I’m convinced he’s just the Southern, gay, very successful author, male version of me, but I don’t have an attractive and witty sister like him, so the analogy really doesn’t work.

Here’s a good piece by him from the New Yorker.

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