A Cautionary Tale
This is what happens when you read shit late at night.
You’re too tired to see that it’s shit, that’s what happens.
I published a story that, if I was in another headspace, i.e., “alert and awake,” I would have trashed, immediately. But I didn’t. And this was the unfortunate result:
A piece of arrogant shit from an arrogant wannabe. I am so embarrassed because I would never, EVER do anything to offend one of my best bros, here, P.G. Barnett.
As the owner of Rogues’ Gallery, I’ve been hit up by a slew of arrogant wannabes, lately. People who think they can write but don’t have a clue as to what that really means. All they’re looking for is the glory and the cash.
“Show me the money! I don’t give a shit if I suck turds!”
They email me drafts that lack proper formatting and syntax and are rife with typos and expect me to pee my pants in gratitude. Not this chick. I’m staying high and dry.
