I love content

I’d lie if I said anything caused me greater problems.

Some people create only. Some consume only.

But in this world, I’ve been raised by the TV generation.

The late boomers.

Those who could turn on the “boob tube” and zone.

The vegetation of a generation has been passed on.

I’m infected, deep to the marrow.

If there is a screen, a story, a show, a highlight, a clip, a chase or an explosion I’m hooked.

But I’ve got to stop. Why? Well, it’s 2 paths.

I’d like to choose the one less traveled.

But as a human, bright lights, sounds and people all incite a deep connection.

It’s when I’ve lost my mind and the rabbit hole has sucked me in I feel the guilt.

The guilt of not creating. Of not being one of the “makers”.

To me, I need to create to give back.

The images, videos, songs and more of today suck me in. I’m in need to give back.

My lifetime sadness has been decreased because of Seinfeld.

The show got me through puberty. It saved me from nights of possibly drinking, having unprotected sex or worse, doing my homework.

My formative years were all about TV. I recorded Seinfeld on VHS tapes. Even over family movies because I wanted to have hours to fall asleep to on the weekends.

Because of my safety net, my sanctuary, the cocoon of humor I protected myself in. I want to give back.

Create a distraction for others. If only temporary fine. I’ll take the burden of creating often and constantly.

Why?

That’s how I consume content now. I’m in love.

I’m in love with content to it’s core.

News, sports, documentaries…it really doesn’t matter.

If they can tell a good story I’m hooked.

And now, I want to tell a good story for you.

But like Seinfeld, I’d like to have a live studio audience to know if the story is good enough.

Follow me and we will see if my story gets better or sucks…