I knew from the start what the contest was all about: subscriptions. I was surprised the big winner had only written one Medium story in her life, for the contest. She now has two with the second being a thank you for winning.

I didn’t write any entries worthy of winning, so it’s not jealousy that makes me say the winning story on death didn’t hold my interest. It does make me furious for the people who have been active members of the community for years, whose stories literally made me weep, who were overlooked. Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown.