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When Did You Start Using Porn? A Guide to Substack
A discussion on the business of being broken and Substack
“I’m telling you, man, Substack is great. I mean… the people, man. What a mix. A smorgasbord of creatives talking about everything under God’s sun,” I muttered through the hazy haze of vapes, cigars, and cigarette smoke.
“Hand me the piece,” he muttered.
He hates it when I talk too much. Especially during game night.
Freeman is my 55-year-old American best friend, musical muse, and life advisor. When I’m down, I come to him. When I’m up, I come to him.
I take another hit and stare at the ferris wheel of watches he has on full display in his decrepit apartment in the Lagos sky and compose myself. His goods are on display tonight, and all the cats have been fed.
“There are livestreams, man. You don’t even need to write. Just tweet like it’s 2012 and bam, you’re number 69 in news and culture. Maybe even society. I’m telling you, Freeman. You need to get in there and monetize your life. Your memories. Yes — memories.”
I felt myself reach out to his gray crew-cut hair. I stroked it. The silver danced in the light.
