Over the course of our lives, we gain (earn?) membership to various experiential clubs: the epilepsy club, for example. We don’t really want to be members, but that’s not taken into consideration at initiation. The shittiest club I’ve gained exclusive access to in my life is The Dead Kids Club. Now, you may think that the DKC sounds abrasive and dark, that it makes non-members a little uncomfortable which, if I’m honest, is kind of funny and kind of the point. Because sometimes we need a little dark humor to keep on, keeping on.
