It was 2012 - everything was okay, and nothing was okay. We were trying out pocket squares and oxfords like we were gonna live forever. We had never heard of a GSA. We had hitched ourselves to Eve Ensler's wagon and we were riding it for all it was worth. It would be years before we'd have bedframes or find out that Amazon was bad. There was one name on everyone's lips: Sam Speegs.
