lot dogs 1–13 / end note

I cling to words as a matter of faith. It’s a words that gets abused a lot: faith. But I’m increasingly unable to find another word to describe the act that is adequately connotated and contextualized. I cling to it the way a carpenter clings to their tools, the way a baby clings to their parents. I cling.

Life is an absurd business. My latest gig, working the gate at Churchill Downs as a lot dog, highlighted some of…