The inner writer inside of me has been dormant for many years now. While in college I wrote a couple of pieces that I would chuckle over, but nothing that will giving my ego something akin to a raging hard-on. I was a columnist for my university’s newspaper, eventually an executive editor without the title, and finally the poor schmuck that was responsible for the whole newspaper. I thought that I would enjoy running a newspaper, but to be fucking honest, there is very little about that year that I actually enjoyed. If being an Editor-in-Chief of a newspaper got me laid regularly I would probably be singing a different tune, but hey, that’s the kind of shit that happens when you run a newspaper at a technical school. For some reason engineers get all hot and bothered over physics, mathematics, and video games. Who would have thought?
After a couple of months of writing meaningless tidbits which were merely mindless thoughts in passing I decided to quit the shit – I want to be involved on a blog that people come to read because they are looking for an honest opinion. One of the things that I hated was censoring what I wanted to say because I was worried about the man coming down on top of me. Now that the pressure of that happening is gone I’m going to use this blog as my entry into exploring every single perverted thought that comes through my brain. That may include (but not limited to) sexual exploitations of children under the age of eighteen, my lingering hatred for people from what is generally referred to as the “bible belt,” the irritating experience of having to emotionally please a woman, and why clowns always have to be so fucking happy.
I am a depressed twenty-something writer living in the Greater New York Area, and I have one thing to say to you: I am back, and this time I am not going to need a bottle of booze, a paper bag and the bottle of viagra to fuck you.
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