I LIVE
by jachilli
Woo.
After a long, hard journey through the underbelly of freelance writing, I’ve shamed my once-good name and afterward voluntarily placed myself on the “don’t hire me” list.
Sincere apologies to those affected: It was never my intent to fuck this project in the ear. Collapses of personal life as well as an inability to properly motivate myself caused me to bring others down and for that I’m tremendously repentant.
However, I feel as if the axiomatic great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m moving across town in a few months, so the change of scenery should do me good, too.
I know; I know. Enough of this horseshit. I’ll be returning to screechy form presently, and hopefully with some accounts (read: aftermath) of the forthcoming White Wolf retreat.
Warning to Chad: Brace yourself for the drunkest running powerbomb ever.
HA! Welcome back.
I was the first to post. Nya.
Kick ass. A WW retreat.
As an aside, don’t stress it, man. Shit does indeed happen and it usually happens to the best of folks.
Besides, if I played grudge-holder, how the hell will I ever get to write for Vampire, huh? That’s what I thought.
Laters, man.
Say, do you know if they allow alcohol in the hotel where DragonCon is going to be at? A buddy of mine wants to smuggle some in as a gift. *chuckles*
Yeah, that’s what Justin needs. More booze.
Joseph
Speak of the devil…
Joe
I haven’t see you online in ages.
And thanks–now everyone’s going to bring him booze. I thought I was gonna be original and shit…
I would be sadly disapointed if hyou couldn’t get alcohol into the Hilton … Hell, I’m thinking I could drag in a whole meth lab without a blink.
Hmmm, this means you’ll actually be free on my schedule. [amused smirk]
If you have a working meth lab, we need to talk…
And I don’t want any of that tan-colored southside dumpster crank. Clear glass only.
Well, you know, I’ll get in touch with my few chemistry major buds and see what can be arranged. If they can hear the questions over my incessant pleas for LSD, that is.
DragonCon
I thought DragonCon = Drunken Stupor….
What are people going to do now????
Well…
Welcome back, Justin, and I’m looking forward to more rants from you.
Was kinda worried from the long silence, but oh well. I worry too much as is.
And good luck to the folks plotting to smuggle a meth factory into the Hilton.
-Lore
I remember when I dropped a couple of things last year. I felt like going to a remote monastery, mastering heretofore unknown secrets of isometric flexibility and then sharply kicking myself in the face with my newfound powers, over and over again.
Fortunately, people kept me from buying that midnight ticket to Shaolin and now I feel a lot better about the choice I made and why I made it. I was lucky enough to have the support of people who had been there before me.
Anyway, I’ve been there now and I wanted to pass on my best wishes to you, though I admittedly don’t have a clue as to your exact situation. Hell, I don’t know, just keep your face pretty.
Best,
Malcolm
Good to see you back, sorry to hear why you’ve had to be away.
There’s been an LSD shortage lately. Fortunately, some guy unearthed a stash of some of the most wickedly-potent tabs I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen a couple of people lose their heads on these fuckers. Good stuff.