I’m OK with being an asshole, especially if I’m an asshole about animal cruelty.

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I was hungover as the sun blared into the cafe. Sunday afternoon, massaging my temples and that little depression on my forehead where the “third eye” supposedly is. Throat dry, head splitting open, insides rotting, I croaked “vegan” at the waitress, eyes squarely on my water and it changed my life.

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