I submitted a short story to New Letters after drinking a large amount of chai tea. Laughable, I know, but I comfort myself with the knowledge that with my submission fee, I received a one-year subscription.
Here was my thought process: Why bother getting rejected by a magazine I don't respect? If I'm going to be crushed it may as well be by a magazine like New Letters.
I am obsessively embarrassed about my decision now, but I still feel brave for having done it.
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