I Have Died Many Deaths

Every story is supposed to be a coming of age. The boy becomes a man, and the rest is supposedly stagnant. It's the classic example of a bildungsroman that fits neatly in the pressed pages of a duty-free paperback.

This account will not cast the current US health insurance system in a good light. That's the point and I don't care if you don't like it. The only people who still genuinely approve of how health insurance works in this country are those who actively profit from it. This is not being written for them.

It's the beginning of the year. The gyms are full for the next couple of weeks; there's a marked uptick in sales of books and downloads of podcasts dedicated to self-improvement and fitness and diets and *keto*.

Resolutions, however, are bullshit. Let me explain what I mean by that.