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Two Criminals, One Dave Part 1: Dave Didn’t Ask for This Dave wasn’t special. He was just Dave. The kind of man who buys socks in bulk because decision fatigue is real. He kept an emergency roll of Tums in his glove compartment. Not for the road—for life. His fridge had a half-eaten rotisserie chick

"Where the Hell Have I Been? ADHD, AVPD, and the Art of Disappearing" Hey, everybody. So, I guess you’ve noticed I’ve been gone for a while. Or maybe you haven’t noticed, in which case… great. Either way, let me explain. I didn’t get hit by a bus or sucked into a black hole. No, my disappearance was