Once upon a time, there was a semi-innocent web author.
But then there were bills to pay and a big people job to do. There are still bills to pay, actually. Many bills.
Imagine how many brilliant works of art we could have if there weren't so many darn bills to pay. This is why we can't have nice things.
Anyways the depression and the dust sure won't pay any bills. But life goes on, and the silly thoughts that could be novels live rent-free. I don't know if I can write anymore actually. Isn't that silly?
So we slam this keyboard one key at a time to get back into anything. Literally anything. Any groove at all.
I hope everyone a good life.