Yesterday I went through all of the private messages I’d shared with Frank Gutch Jr, since I’d first encountered him. It was in 2013, just after I’d begun writing this weekly column, and right from that first message, it was as though we were separated at birth.
Some of you may have noticed I have been MIA for the past month, some of you may not have noticed at all, and some of you may have noticed other things, like a change in the mood of Canada or a growing concern over the long term effects of Kale on your sexual performance, or the fact that Sportsball teams can be as disappointing as the new Adele single. Of course, if she was always a disappointment to you, the letdown is far easier…like the Sportspuck team from Toronto.
I spent most of my night tonight taking out my hair extensions. You see, I’ve always hated my hair. Too thin, too short, not what I wanted. So, I found a way to change it. It may just be hair, it may just be superficial, but it’s a change; and one I control, even if it’s just temporary.
I’ve been trying to “make it” as a writer for the past couple of years now, and I will tell you that the journey is a difficult and extremely slow going one. So when I received this article from Warren Cosford’s ever enlightening newsfeed, I considered it both very informative and extremely depressing.
http://life.nationalpost.com/2012/11/10/pity-the-interns-how-do-we-help-those-who-help-us/
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