Today's writing

The guy is a writer. A journalist. One of those people who sticks an iPhone in the face of some dead kid’s mother, looking for a quote. Who trolls scenes of car crashes for kicks. Writes a bunch of bullshit and publishes it because he can, not because it’s accurate or makes any sense. When I tell Tabitha this, she looks at me as if I’d said that her ass had detached and was doing a little tap dance across the lobby.

“Dude,” she says, “what do you have against writers? Journalists? They’re, like, the lifeblood of democracy.”