Confidential

At the end of a long fun day I’m already sort of regretting (I can write 3000 words on a Sunday, right?) I run into a casual acquaintance who I once shared an awkward coffee with. He informs me that he’s still working at the anti-war organization he was working out the last time we met, before the summer.

“Oh, so you’ve been there like six months?” I ask.

“No. Five months.”

I decide this is a good time for me to monologue on the dark and hopeless lot of the anti-war movement. He interrupts me.

“You’re a reporter. I don’t talk about this with reporters.”

Let no one say liberal activists are humorless!