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I’m trash for sleeping on Donald Glover

About six years ago, I was waitressing at a restaurant called “The Tilted Kilt” in Pittsburgh, down on the North Shore (no judgement please). It was a late June evening– the restaurant was half empty after the rush cleared out from people who were headed to a concert at Stage AE, and I was ready to clock out. Continue reading “I’m trash for sleeping on Donald Glover”