I've been looking for a creative outlet to do some writing for awhile now. Even though writing on the stalls of bathroom walls has its merits, the lack of writing space (people tend to lose interest after 72 characters) and the vandalism of material by others claiming "u have a small dick" led to a quick degradation of the artistic merit of the content. I finally said "fuck it" after I was hosed down by the public washroom on 17th Avenue (http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/calgary/story/2008/02/08/public-toilet.html) for taking too long while honing my craft.
At this point in time this blog is like a made for television movie; it is going to have very little direction, plot development, or coherent progress and when you finally get to the denouement you'll have very little idea how you got there, why it is relevant, or why you should care. I am hoping that some "artistic" types will claim to find meaning in my writing (again, there is very little, if any) and champion it to the masses. At this point they will belittle those who "don't get it" and judge them as inferior. Within two to seven years time this blog will be like comics in the New Yorker - people will claim to find meaning/relevance/comedy in it but be fully unable to explain to a layman what it is. At that point I will become victorious. An alternative victory scenario also sees me become the leader of a "bike gang" consisting solely of hipsters where we ditch the cliche Harley Davidsons for fixed gear bicycles. Only time will tell which one of these "choose your own adventures" wins. Stay tuned....
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