OK, I'm a Writer.

I write most of the time.

photo by Antiserious by Mohit Parikh

We’re here, sitting at the house, trying to crank out as much Indy side-work as we can, trying to make ends meet, and keep a little Alpo-helper in the cupboard. I’m tellin’ you, it’s getting harder and harder. Lucky Strikes don’t grow on trees anymore.

This picture here, shows me writing out my latest high-paying medium article, and practicing my poor old Marat impression, when, on the TV in the next room is a news story about a bunch of union goobers walking the line, carrying signs demanding more money, better health insurance and more respect.

And you know what? THAT STORY JUST DON’T RESONATE WITH ME!

If I had remembered to bring a brick, I would throw at the TV. I would probably break a window that I can’t afford to fix either.