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.