January 5th, 2016
(written by lawrence krubner, however indented passages are often quotes). You can contact lawrence at: firstname.lastname@example.org
New Journalism emerged in the 1970s and at the time many journalists were critical of it for bringing a personal style to what should be objective writing. But the trend has continued to sharpen and nowadays we get this:
William is the guy sitting third from the left in this picture. He’s also the first man to hit on me in 2016, and he’s my first kiss of the new year. As well as my second. And third. And… you get the picture. William is part of a group of British guys who travel thousands of miles across the pond just to get laid. On New Year’s Eve, they went to San Diego on their international pickup tour, and I went with them. San Diego was an atypical place for them, as they’d made a tradition of following a model I’d compare to a plotline from the film Love Actually: go to a bumblefuck college town in America, impress girls with their British accents, and have as much sex as possible. Frustratingly enough, this plan was working its magic, and shamefully enough, it was working on me.
“I don’t fuck my stories,” I told William.