Eight months after moving to Portland (and 19 years before my diagnosis), I did what this autistic guy did (well, I bought an existing coffeeshop). I drove off my business partner within a year and ran the business into the ground a year later.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Eight months after moving to Portland (and 19 years before my diagnosis), I did what this autistic guy did (well, I bought an existing coffeeshop). I drove off my business partner within a year and ran the business into the ground a year later.