After finishing part 3 of the Census ordeal, I was surprised at how stressed I felt as I relived the experience. After I came home from...

I looked up the weather forecast for the next week in Bakersfield. 110 degrees every single day. Fuck it. I was in. Work was pretty much...

One of the reasons I kept working as a census enumerator, outside of the hopes of a new guitar, was the fact that the count for each...