I am no one in particular. Just a generic middle-class white boy, born in the bowels of the Midwest and raised in a bland East Coast suburb of utter unremarkability. I’m a misanthrope who hungers for human connections. I don’t like people all that much, but I desperately need their validation to compensate for the fact that I have no intrinsic sense of self-worth. I find the world to be a largely uninhabitable place, but I am forced by an accident of birth to live in it. However, I try to see the humor in my existential predicament.

If you feel an irrepressible desire to send me a love letter or death threat, you may do so at gilwaters@gilwaters.com, or via:

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