Letters from a New Yorker living in Kurt Vonnegut's Court
A neurodiverse writer of comics, fiction, and nonfiction on what he reads, watches, and listens to.
In high school, a classmate asked me if I was depressed because my name is David Press. Get it? D(e)Press(ed). Probably the best joke ever inflicted upon me in high school. At the time I said no, but in reality I was quite depressed. It was Connecticut, the suburbs, or what was referred to as “The East Coast OC.” You get the idea. I was a nerdy hiker ty…
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