A couple of days ago, my girlfriend and I were sitting in my room, when something managed to catch her eye. On the wall, just off to the side, was a framed, self-published book of mine from 2017.

Now, I’m not usually one to get worked up over something seemingly so innocuous, but I could immediately tell that this time was a justified reaction. The book read, Take Your Ex Out For a Steak Dinner, and embossed just below in bright white letters sat painted, “A Memoir.”

To give a bit of background, this particular project wasn’t even produced through…

I’ve been realizing that amidst these rather unprecedented times, most if not all people have discovered some form or another to not only keep busy, but to manage to scrape together a decent living because of it. I’m not sure if whether or not a global pandemic happens to bring out the absolute desperate and/or absolute creative in people fearing for their own safety and security, but amongst my small social circle, it’s been pretty well packed with individuals who more or less span their twenty-four hour days with nothing but their vivid imaginations and their computers to showcase them.

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I’ve been thinking about pride. I’ve been thinking about pride a lot.

I don’t know when, or why, but the main point is is that I haven’t been able to stop.
It’s kind of a vicious cycle with me that I haven’t been able to properly explain; you sort of have to have some personal experience in order to get it. So here goes:

If you’ve ever gone to that school you really wanted to get in to or perhaps landed a job that you really liked, you might feel that in some form or another that you’ve earned it…