I met a magazine editor for lunch in Los Angeles, on Larchmont Street. Afterward, I passed a restaurant where two men in their twenties were outside eating sandwiches. One of them, wearing a dad hat, white T-shirt, wide-legged chinos and green Crocs, said, “I’ve never had a real life. So, I guess I…
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