I received an email Tuesday from a 17-year-old from Los Angeles named Cesar. He asked me a bunch of questions about the weather, and I tried to answer them all. Except the part when he asked me how I usually prepare to write this box. I told him to ask that again when he’s 18.
He also asked if I need a “sidekick.” Sorry Cesar, but I work alone. And if you’re 17 and a daily weatherreader, I’ve probably fucked you up enough already.
Thursday’s forecast: Last day to vote for A.S. president. Make little Cesar’s dreams come true – choose weatherhuman.