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How I crushed it and made five whole dollars on Medium.
Like everyone and their second cousins who publish on Medium, I plan on making it big. I read the success stories of single mothers and traveling millennials kicking it by a pool in Thailand.
If they could do it, I could surely do it as a divorced, middle-aged, bald Chinaman. Like black people calling themselves the N-word, I can call myself the C-word, but let’s stay on topic here.
I have two books out in the world, and I have published essays and an award-winning essay— this was going to be it. People were going to hurt their fingers clapping for my shit. Living in a basement with my kids that I call The Cave also furthers my status as a Winner.
Well, I’ve done it. I made money on Medium: Enough money to buy myself a happy hour pint of craft brew, enough money for a two-day pass to ride the busses in Portland, enough money to buy one matinee ticket at the 2nd run movie theatre and have my kids take turns going in to watch it.me, I wait outside and write essays. Just kidding. I don’t do that. I buy one ticket and tell my oldest to sneak around and open the back door for her brother and me. I don’t do that either. I buy craft brew with my five spot.
If I can be this awesome on Medium, then so can you!
