Brian Casey

“There’s a unique brand of shame that comes with working when we know we shouldn’t be. Working as a butcher in Northern Virginia, I remember processing local animals on the tail end of a rather acute cold. I, red-eyed and congested, was disgusted with myself and the quality of my work simply by my presence there in such a state. I cannot truly regret my choice, because it was made for me. I needed to pay rent.”