Dan Turkman

Vince Vaughn, Julian Edelman, and the Recognition of the Infinite Possibilities of Emptiness [Part One]

It’s a warm spring day in Austin. I’ve got to the top off the new Jeep. I’m wearing a hat to protect my head from the Texas sun. In the last year, my receding hairline has gone from orderly retreat, to running away from a burning building with its ass on fire. As my rolling mid-life crisis pulls up to a stop light, I’ve got some Dylan playing. It’s kind of loud. Loud enough to
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