Charlie Accetta
2 min readJun 6, 2020
NPR Illinois

The last gasps of a since-passed thunderstorm hung

a veil over the full moon. The night unrolled

in a particular direction and a thousand people

followed its lead. They didn’t know

where it was headed. How can anyone know?

They didn’t care. Not about themselves



Charlie Accetta

What can I say? I do this thing. Otherwise, I'm a regular guy. I drive fast, when traffic allows. I use Just For Men liberally. And you're no better.