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FROM THE HOLLER
Something About Jurgen
Still shakin’ it, Boss. Still shaking it…
In a nutshell, right now I’m fucking pissed off at Medium. All my drafts but one disappeared from my folder. Fuck that! I did not murder my own crap in a drug induced state. I’ve tried. It takes a shitload of drugs. (… could-be-the-drugs.)
Oh yeah. I’m always right and I never lie. A modern proverb.
If I have to try and rewrite that stuff, it will tear the snot right out of me. Sure, I had a few chuckles typing it out, but once was enough. I’ve lost documents before, and found that the rewritten version was always flat in comparison. Inauthentic. At least, it seemed that way. It’s a painful process.
Why bother? We all have a million stories and ideas, right? Stop crying and move onto the next one. In my original of this, I promised to never write stories like:
- Ones that begins with numbers — 10 Ways, 5 Times, 3 Things…
- Anything having to do with AI or Tech
- How To Steal All Your Ideas On Medium
- I’m An Expert/How To... Hell, I don’t exactly understand my own life
- How I Made A Million On Medium (obviously)
- Sigmund, Just When Is A Cigar A Prick?