I just noticed something that reminded me that 9ish months ago I told a publicist about how I was going to reproduce this on Substack. I got two posts in and gave up. I didn’t give up immediately; for about 2 months I guilt-tripped myself and felt bad about it. But the truth is I was always equivocal. As always I want to be rich and famous, but I don’t want everyone I know to start suffering for this getting out, and I probably don’t want to deal with any fallout. I have a job, after all.
After two months the thought of trying to catch up was overwhelming and I let go. Then I almost entirely forgot that I had this plan and tried it. In fact I couldn’t quite remember if I’d done it on Substack or Medium. Anyway, I don’t care, I’m not doing it anymore. I’ll just leave these little breadcrumbs all over and someone will find it on Internet Archive in 20 years. It looks like they’ve indexed me a few times.
Ironically, just the other day, a while after I started this post (it can take me a while sometimes), I got a notification that someone signed up to follow my account on Substack or Medium or whatever it was. Good luck, buddy. I think I link to here from there, so maybe he found his way here, who knows.
Also, I haven’t succeeded in reducing my THC or sildenafil intake. Or her THC intake. We’re terrible.
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