What do people say about you?

I agreed to do an interview with this jagoff and I knew it was a mistake before the first question that he asked me which was, "What do people say about you?"

What an excellent excuse for not doing your homework.

It is highly unlikely that I will be on the cover of any magazine featuring influential people, but that may be a result of what you think you know about me versus what it is that I do.

I heard a cricket once, in an otherwise quiet setting and I decided to hunt him down and make him pay the price for disrupting the progress of my great magnum opus.

I moved past the entire large cache of actual weapons that I own to find that plastic airsoft replica of a 1911 to hunt this fucker down like Colonel Kurtz hoping I would not become one of him.

The cricket flipped himself upside down. I liked watching him struggle after he had disrupted me and my writing.

The thoughts that went through my head when I actually considered what it is that I was doing were somewhat of a snapshot of my greatness, but also a metaphor for the struggles of certain artists whose work has allegedly been viewed by a number of eyeballs that simply cannot exist based on the economics of the number of hours viewed over the course of various content vs the number of eyeballs on the planet during the currently recognized time space continuum.

It is simply not possible that this many people viewed the commercial I produced

Quality does not drive your numbers. True art is for the few, but that is a concept that is controlled by semantics.

Four days until the 2025 NFL season begins. Friday night lights for hunting season with regard to the pretty girl who also performs popular songs.

She is suspiciously good-looking, or at least that I what I first thought when she walked into my office. Eyes perfectly aligned to project the image of suspicion when it is me that is suspicious of her.

That first look is almost better than a first kiss if you do it right, for people who recognize such things and believe in an element of divine intervention that brings us all together.

While this guy was asking me questions during a job interview once, I was googling medieval tourture devices on my cell phone. You know that a job interview is a data mining exercise and the pricks who think they know everything are actually contributing to the corpus catalog of my knowledge with regard to what they have done.

I know, people always wonder why a handsome gentleman such as myself would ever be entering their spaces. Then, they reveal who they are and all the while, I have have been thinking about how painfully easy it would have been for me to just ignore that cricket.