Were this only the beginning
Said goodbye to my former blog tonight. 600+posts and it was time to ditch it. Part of it was like lugging a big fucking trunkload of shit around when you’re trying to travel light. Part of it was other reasons too. The same reason really I ditched my first blog some four years ago. I slipped, and my anonymity was compromised. Why that is so important is another story indeed, but it involves the prying eyes of the state and my job.
Of course, now I sound like a fucking secret agent or some shit. Its not that, I mean I’m a dishwasher at a small Italian restaurant in a tiny borough nestled near the Poconos. Secret agent I’m not. Motherfucker who’s trying to get ahead a little bit I am.
But enough of that stupid shit. For now. There’ll be stupid shit in all varieties and flavors to come but for now I’m supposed to deliver some profound musings of some sort being that this is my inaugural post here.
Well, turns out I’m fresh out of profound musings, or profound anything for that matter. Its too late at night for that shit anyways. I’ll just leave this as it is. If it seems a bit anticlimactic, get used to it. I’m a writer only in the loosest sense, I make my living scrubbing pots and fucking pans and shining forks-this is just something I do for the luls.