Lindsey Graham

Poe then published an article bragging about his deliberate attempt to insult his hosts.

But by then, Poe's magazine, The Broadway Journal, was barely solvent.

In October, he managed to obtain full ownership of the magazine on borrowed money.

But from the start, he struggled to keep it afloat.

Imagine it's October 1845 in a New York City boarding house.

A cold wind rattles the windows of your room.

You're hunched over your desk, working feverishly on a new poem.

A knock on your door interrupts your concentration.

You put your pen down and open it to find your housekeeper struggling to support an unsteady figure.

It's your friend, Edgar Allan Poe.

Ho, what are you doing here?

I'm sorry about this, ma'am.

I'll take him from here.

With a look of disgust, your housekeeper pushes Poe into the room.

You close the door behind him, and he plops himself down in an overstuffed chair in the corner.

You take in his disheveled appearance.

You look worse for wear.

Perhaps you should go home and sleep this off.

How can I sleep at a time like this?

My dear friend, I need your help.