Why does it feel like I’m writing my obituary? Oh wait, I probably should have started off with “hello.”
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything and there is a significant amount of rust: I find myself having a hard time staying focused, writing succinctly, and actually making a point. What is the point?
Cut to the chase; state your intentions.
I wanted to start off with a joke but it’s been so long since I’ve actually told a joke that you’ll excuse me if you’ve already heard this one.
My intent is to tell a story. The buy-in is a little steep: the language is at times esoteric (that’s why there’s the codexGlossary of terms and their (improper) usage.!) and always explicit. The situations are… …awkward at best and inappropriate at worst but they’re sincere in their intentions. So again, excuse me if you’ve heard this one before but:
You know that group of assholes that are just amusing enough and just tolerable enough to keep getting invited to your social gatherings? Not your real friends; these are part-timers. These are the people that as soon as they show up, you immediately regret your decision to invite them in the first place. Well, what happens when all your friends are part-time friendsThe assholes you spend time with.? Stay tuned to find out. And if you don’t know a group of people like that, well then, you’re more than welcome to mine. Take them, please. Take them as they are and you may find a little gold buried in that huge, huge pile of shit you’ve just unwittingly taken into your hearts and into your minds.
I’m the point-manThe person in charge. Takes all blame and receives little-to-no credit. on this project, its purveyor and at times, protector so I’ll accept the blame but I cannot take all the credit. There wouldn’t be these stories if it weren’t for my part-time friendsThe assholes you spend time with.. YOUR part-time friendsThe assholes you spend time with. now. Enjoy!