Back in 2008, I was an editorial intern at this music site called Pitchfork. You may have heard of it. I had a few simple jobs there: I would lug the gigantic buckets of unsolicited CDs that would get sent to our Wicker Park office here in Chicago up from the ground floor up from the ground floor yoga studio to our open studio space on the second floor.…
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