Old, Tired And Pissed Off

Look, I write what I know.

What I remember.
What I think.

Memories? They’re like farts in the wind.
Some disappear.
Some hang around longer than you’d like.

But here’s the first thing…

I don’t make stuff up.

Yeah, I tell stories. Stories I’ve heard. Stories I’ve lived.

Second thing…

They’re my stories. I use them to make a point. Not to please anyone.

Third…

I write how I write. Been doing it for years. I don’t know another way.

Fourth…

I don’t change my voice for a platform.
Or an audience.
Or to sound clever.

I keep it simple.
Because simple works.

Number five…

I’m sick of people making assumptions.
About why I write.
About what I’m trying to do.

Here’s what I’m doing. I write because I write. Because I have to. No other reason.

I share what I’ve learned.

I take decent photos, so I share those too.

That’s it.

No hidden agenda. No payments.

So if you like it, great.
If you don’t, move on.
There’s plenty else to read.

But if you do stick around—thanks.

I’ll keep writing.
I’ll keep it simple.
And I’ll keep it honest.