So, this has been my routine since June: Wake up early, head to my dad’s office, piddle around with some manly lookin’ machines …

A lot of definitions go around about “internet troll,”, especially in the 2020s …

"Frawley, you're a crazy guy, but this?" Yuval, the wicked brilliant Facebook engineer, says, reacting to the prospect that I might work in politics, "You come in here, new guy on the block, sleeping in the living room, working 15 hours a day.

I pay the bargain price of $1,250 per month to sleep in the top bunk of a bunk bed crammed into a 10ft x 10ft room that I share with a 32-year old man. The 'house' is a dorm-style converted low-income apartment building in San Francisco's Tenderloin, the city's epicenter of drugs and poverty.

It’s late fall when I get the email from the VFA admissions team that I hoped I'd never see, "Please accept our genuine thanks for applying… Unfortunately..."

At the moment, I'm trapped inside of a taxi, the taxi is trapped inside a gridlock of traffic, and all of the traffic is trapped in the Lincoln Tunnel heading into New York City. After two frigidly cold winter months in Iowa, I am returning to my home, the Yang campaign headquarters.

The four of us pile into Yang's mother's 90's Subaru and are on our way to Philadelphia for our first public event.

Have you ever noticed that presidents tend to have distinct, memorable, and well-penned signatures? During my first week on the campaign, I realized that Andrew Yang had either not taken note, or chosen not to follow their lead.