Couldn't find your Substack name - too hard from my own fetal position, yes? But wanted you to see I thought it was brilliant. Here's what I posted.
Oh man, this piece… I copied to paste portions many times but ultimately, decided against all of them. You should be as surprised as I was to learn what's become of Charlie Brown. Charles Schultz could never, would never have dreamed this…
It's Hell, Charlie Brown
Why I find this somehow horrifyingly satisfying is probably only someplace a good therapist can reach. (But I do and no doubt going to hell as well)
Couldn't find your Substack name - too hard from my own fetal position, yes? But wanted you to see I thought it was brilliant. Here's what I posted.
Oh man, this piece… I copied to paste portions many times but ultimately, decided against all of them. You should be as surprised as I was to learn what's become of Charlie Brown. Charles Schultz could never, would never have dreamed this…
Thanks to your iteration of Linus for finally questioning the *goodness* of good grief.
Appears to me, a good start to an xtrodinary abstract introspection of ones good goddammed grief journey. Looking forward to chapter two.
I think someone's going to have a long talk with Ereshkigal in a chapter to come... This is brilliant.
All I have to say is: Fuck you, George.
i bow to the brilliance!’
Love it. Keep going with whatever it is.
This is brilliant. You had me at poor Charlie taking one to the chest. You also capture the thrill of childhood baseball perfectly.
You might enjoy the first piece I posted on Substack about a small town, Little League baseball, and important lessons. https://heftymatters.substack.com/p/hefty-matters-mustering-all-the-courage?utm_source=profile&utm_medium=reader2