Umair Haque’s stupidest story
All right, it’s time to be a jerk and write a story critiquing another writer. Of course, that other writer is a giant and I’m no one, but, hey, why not. I have this habit, among other habits, of always writing a story when I’m flying. I’m flying now. Took off from Fort Lauderdale in Florida a few minutes ago. Flying to California. Usually, when I fly I feel all sentimental, but it’s 10pm now and the sky outside is dark. Maybe that’s why I feel like discussing Umair.
Though I’m not a fan of Umair’s collapse porn, I recently wrote how I liked one of his stories.