Dearest of Dear Readers, If you tried to reach me by replying to the original newsletter emails (sent last week)

This sums up all the forethought that went into this apartment I'm renting. The sign is tacky enough,

Had a dream where Trump stole my shoes. Seriously. I didn't even watch the plane crash of the

My new gag is to pretend I left luxury for squalor. Like I'm an actual refugee. 'The

New home for a month. Rundown studio in a condemned building. Have seen no rats. Can't speak to

‘getting out before inauguration’ ‘you’re our hero’ ‘heroes stay and fight’ The train announcements switch from English first to

Welcome to Without a Gun's first Friday Digest. Thought about going with 'Frigest' but that made

Monsters attacking Dad's cabin. Oh no the dogs are out. Is that a bear? Simian, long arms like

The absolute bliss of a planetarium. Spent a day on Mars with a dozen strangers. We tasted dust and felt

Sweet gods the wind blowing sideways parallel to the street. Gotta be 80 kph and it's visible and