So, this is what it has come to. Good Lord!

I’ve struggled my entire life trying to figure out what I want to do when I grow up. I’ve had dozens of jobs, 40 or 50 at least I think, and I’ve been fired from most of them. I don’t say that to brag, just letting you know where I’m coming from. I’ve always wanted to be a writer and I’m pretty good at it but for some reason I just couldn’t pull the trigger on it. Because of that, I’ve let a few decades of my life slip away into the Great Suckiness of Lost Time and they are gone forever. So now I’m going to write comedy. Mostly. I may do some non-comedy too. But I really want to focus on humour writing and see how far I can get. I’m naturally hilarious, hell, my bank account alone could keep you in stitches for weeks, so this should be a slam-dunk.

Oh – almost forgot – quit another job today. I’m still doing disability support so I can’t comment on why exactly but I think it is okay to say that I didn’t want _______ to ______ in my car. Think of something disgusting and fill in the blanks and you’ll be pretty close.

That’s it for today.

Rich

PS, The picture was created by Chat GPT… I told it to create an image of an impoverished comedian and that’s what it spat out. This is the very last time I will refer to myself that way, from here on out I’m going to assume that I’ll be making a living as a comedy/humour writer in no time flat. Could take a while I know but I have plenty of patience. Sort of. A little. We’ll see.