Hey, Trixie. Whatcha doing? “Holding up my dead dad’s stuff. Living the dream.” It could be worse. “Listen, I’m not comparing myself to a Uighur here.” You’re doing better than the Uighurs. “And I’m not Meghan McCain.” In no way, shape, or form. Plus, your father wasn’t a war criminal. “I thought McCain was a … Continue reading Dirty, Trix