Maxine Page. That's me. Guilty as charged. Which is probably why I'm dividing my time between Mexico City and Medellin, Colombia. Well, it beats suffering through the season finale of the USA.

Every empire has its day, and thank fuck this one's almost done and dusted.

DM me if you want to learn how to make a fortune from writing on Medium (I've raked in at least $3.46 or so over the past few years).

Meanwhile, read if you want to. Read what you want. Read if you want to, without sins without zeal.

C'mon there's not much that rhymes with wings and wheel[s] in this context...

It's a B-52s thing musical philistines.