As is with the rest of whatever the fuck year it is, sometimes I like to look back at tyhe people with whom I’ve burned bridges and see if they’ve gotten back to normal (I.E: Not ticked at me for whatever reason). A while back, I checked up on my Ex-boss, Nick Masseria, Seems he’s got himself a blog, a book idea and some other things.
Good on you sir! I hope that you find the courage to extend the hands of friendship out to another human being someday, and hide the fact that at times, you TOO can be a dick at the right moment in t he wrong place.
But that’s mostly a temporary thing. At least, I hope it is. Myself, I recently finished (YES! Finished!) a short story called Tard the Grumpy Cat kill One Direction. Explanation for this clearly volitile piece of work:
Fuck you, That’s why.
I write stuff to write them, if they turn out great, than cool beans. Likewise for the opposite direction. They just become another soldier in my Army of the Incomplete.