Well, hell. This has been fun. And weird. And stressful. I’ve met a lot of good folk on here (and a few I wish I hadn’t). I learned a lot, got angry a lot, laughed a lot, and grew a lot. What was my favorite part?Rahm Emanuel. And all my real-life friends.

If twitter shuts down I think you all should know that I don't even work for AriZona. Someone just left this account logged into a Macbook at the Apple Store in Queens and I've been using it ever since

Merrick Garland just appointed a war crimes prosecutor at The Hague to investigate Trump.

It is reckless and illegal to give your true love any amount of wild birds for Christmas.

You know who you are...

Most grandma/reindeer collisions are entirely preventable. Please give wildlife plenty of space.

Waking up at altitude when you didn’t drink enough water the day before feels a lot like a hangover. I need Excedrin and a Gatorade, STAT.

Did you just have a stroke, Hitch?

I admire the people who go against the grain, whether it be in their thinking, in the way they live, or in their art.

I just watched #Shoresy for the second time straight through. Jared Keeso is a genius.

I went to Meow Wolf for the first time today. I can’t explain in 280 characters what it is if you haven’t been, but it was one of the most insane art experiences of my life. If I had to summarize it in three words, those words would be “Narnia on Acid.”

Oh my God. I did it. I finished my first novel. And now comes the fun part: Editing.

"Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love the man who stands for us." Godspeed, Cormac McCarthy.

Cormac McCarthy, the Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist who took readers from the southern Appalachians to the desert Southwest in such novels as “The Road,” “Blood Meridian” and “All the Pretty Horses,” died Tuesday. He was 89. trib.al/u0vVlPn

If the Midwest was a single tweet.

Canada's been holding out on us with these All-Dressed chips. I'm a fan.

The days drift by They don't have names And none of the streets here look the same And there aren't many reasons I would leave Yes, I have found me some peace Yes, I have found me a home.