have less free time because I can’t keep focus. I can’t keep focus because I’m always tired. I’m always tired because I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning. I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning because I’ve been going to sleep earlier because I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted because I have less free time…
Once upon a time, Science Fiction was poo-pooed as “that Buck Rogers stuff”, Star Trek was a silly television show that only housewives watched, comic books were “kids’ stuff”, the Beatles were a stupid boy band for teens, and anything animated was for school children.
People like to go through the things that famous people do as if that’s a guaranteed recipe for anyone else to have the same success. Spoilers: it isn’t.
Due to circumstances beyond Our Hero’s control, he has to enter a life of crime to make ends meet. He suffers. He fights. He becomes a monster.
Was I talking about Walter White from Breaking Bad or whosisface generico Everyman from Ozark?
It’s just about my bedtime and I currently have no revelations to -uh- reveal. I do apologise.
When writing the future, it’s a good idea to think about the past. There’s patterns in history that echo through the ages.
It’s half-past September and the good news so far is the lack of a rejection from Eighth House.