The Badly Written Sitcom

See, there are nights, that change you. Nights that hold so much importance in one’s life. Nights when one is fortunate enough to witness a spectacle that is pure beauty and greatness that upon being a part of the said experience, one aspires to create beauty and achieve greatness because of the mere motivation that one so smalll and common can be bold enough to try and emulate such grandeur reserved only to titans and immortals. Sadly, the Ja Rule concert wasn’t one of those nights.

At least me and my friends still had time to get a considerable amount if alcohol in our respective (not-so) hip hop enriched systems, so it’s all good.

During a certain trip down south, it occurred to me that I have an impending high school reunion to not go to, and my own rendition of “my best friend’s wedding”. However, in my versiion, no one’s gay, and no one’s in love, no matter what Freud says.

Some guys are really addicted to fallling in love, aren’t they? Good luck with that, Carlo.

And enjoy the US, Ed.

First of all, I think I should warn you that as of this writing, I’m at the tail end of annother 24 hour working day at evryone’s faviorite music channnel where, as of recent events, I am now unofficially the third hardest-working man on our team (There’s only three of us). Still…

On top of that, rod Stewart’s The Nearness of You is blaring from the baatttered old mac, so work with me here.

I’m 23 years old. grew up in a small town, got a dose of the city at age 16, learned the enriching qualities of alcohol, went back to my precious southern town, and mmanaged to graduate with the least effort ever. (That’s actually true. Took me six years, but I cruised through college relaxed and intact. heart attack notwithstanding of course.)

Then came film school. Then TV gigs, then a call center stint, and here I am now, holding on to the longest runnning job I’ve ever had; 3 months as an MTV slut. By this I mean I do a whole lot of things and not gettting paid nearly enough (No one is). Getting free booze and getting into anywhere anytime and hobknobbing with celebrities makes the job worth…er…shit. At least the people here are nice. (mostly)

So what is the premise of this entire melodrama? What’s the plot? Same as always. A snot-nosed kid turned into a snot-nosed kid of a young man who’s out to grab that piece of happiness everyone claims to deserve. Will he succeed? Yeah, right. Good luck with that.