Failure to communicate on any level whatsoever, embarrassing failures in maintaining any degree of professional scheduling, and failure to do anything with the large number of assorted articles and essays I've turned in over the past few months are all the reasons I need. I cannot and will not be associated with laziness, indecision, or backstabbing. And my work will not be jeopardized by the startling inability of those around me to handle their own job functions. So, it would be easier for me to simply drop out of the reviewer/interviewer game altogether (at least regarding comic books, the only creative medium with a built-in inferiority complex).
If somebody wants to use my name ever again, the fuckers had better pay for the right. I am just not interested in helping anybody with anything anymore. I waste too much time for others, more than enough and never again.

I feel bled and burnt, and I freely acknowledge that I owe nothing to anyone.

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