Co-written with my AI sidekick, Andrew (aka ChatGPT). There once was a man—a proud patriot, devoted churchgoer, flag waver, and full-time Facebook commenter. He loved Jesus, owned three Bibles (one unopened), and wore a “God, Guns & Glory” hoodie year-round, even in the summer. He loved Trump like Trump loved himself. And somewhere deep in…
Co-written with my AI sidekick, Andrew (aka ChatGPT). Let me go ahead and say it:I don’t always return my cart.And yes, I’ve seen the videos. You know the ones.That big buff dude who follows people around grocery store parking lots, filming them as he confronts them like they just committed a felony.“You didn’t return your…
Co-written with my AI sidekick, Andrew (aka ChatGPT). Yesterday, my mom said something that stuck with me.She’d seen an Instagram reel going around where someone in our town shared that a truck had pulled up next to them while they were driving, rolled down their window, and screamed:“Go back to your country.” And you know…
Co-written with my AI sidekick, Andrew (aka ChatGPT). It’s weird how sometimes there’s this deep hurt that doesn’t come from strangers. Oddly it’s a hurt that comes from the people closest to you—the ones you’d drop everything for, the ones you show up for all the time, even when it’s inconvenient, even when you’re drained…