... Unlock that door, and you may be headed to the Shrine of the Silver Monkey! Assemble the statue there, and you may move on to the Wave Pool. If you survive both the correctly functioning waves AND the accidental tsunami, it may lead you to the Pavement! From there, you must climb into the Ambulance and race to…

I went to boarding school in the foothills of the Himalayas. So many run ins with Rhesus monkeys. Been chased by them, had my hair pulled by them, had food stolen by them (once a freshly baked cake). My favorite story is probably my very first evening at the boarding school after my parents left. I was having dinner…

Look, Deadspin isn’t going to hire you.

And here I thought I was the only one who valiantly tries to inspire my co-workers by screaming obscenities at them following my own accomplishments.

See, HR? When I yelled, “Eat shit, Craig!” after our boss agreed with a point I made in a meeting, it was an inside thing.

Is this a sex thing? This seems like a sex thing. 

Dude. That is a brutal story. Thank you for your willingness to share it, which also gives deserved recognition to your friends and loved ones.

I haven’t finished the essay yet, I got to the part where Victor was trying to get the info to call Drew’s wife but couldn’t unlock the phone.

Hot god damn. This makes for quite the companion piece to Mike Fahey’s harrowing The Dreams Of A Man Asleep For Three Weeks over at Kotaku.

You paint such a classic picture of a TBI patient, but from a perspective that only someone that has been through a serious TBI and came out the other end can do .. provided they were a talented writer before hand and had a good recovery to let them write well afterwards still. Thank you for sharing your story. I hope…

Like hundreds of other readers, I was worried about you to the point of being mildly embarrassed; we are total strangers. I’m glad you’re ok.

Probably my favorite piece of yours I’ve ever written.

Hey man. We met at a kid’s birthday party a couple years ago and I introduced myself to you in a bid to not be a super-creeper lookie-lou, because I recognized you from pictures on the site. It was great talking to you, it’s been great reading you, and god willing I hope you get to write and I get to read you for…

Jesus.

“This is some pretty heavy stuff.”

Can’t believe they asked you to raise two fingers and you didn’t go with Ol’ Faithful

God this is so eerily similar to what happened to me, same injury, generally same set of circumstances (had been drinking but not overly so), same general consequence. Thank you for sharing this experience. It brings me back to that scary time but it’s also oddly cathartic for someone to go through something so…

I don’t know you personally but hopefully this isn’t weird. I’m just glad you’re ok man.

FWIW, your writing has never been better. Glad you’re still with us. 

Oh my fucking god, Drew! I’m so sorry that you went through that and I’m so fucking happy you’re alive! To share I went through something milder than that last year. I had 3-4 episodes where I was shaking badly. One time when I was going to work and it was so bad I couldn’t put the lid on my coffee; a stranger had to…

I also believed, for some reason, that a celebrity chef (no idea who) was killed at the same bar the night I bashed my skull in. And that I was a person of interest in that chef’s death. Please know that no famous chef died that night