Good Citizens of Metropolis

(Have a little understanding.)

In my life, I've literally written millions of words. To be honest, I think I suffer from a severe case of OCD. I shit you not. I have severe anxiety. I suffer from endless intrusive thoughts. And I sincerely think that we are in the End Days. So writing might be the compulsive part of my illness.

But here's the thing. My hobby has gotten me nowhere. In fact, it's been a dismal failure. Hell, I might have sold two hundred books throughout my entire lackluster career. I'm almost sixty, and I've come to the conclusion that it's time to stop. Why keep beating a dead horse, right?

Therefore, instead of insulting me, maybe you could be nice. It's not like I'm disappearing forever. All you have to do go over to the Twitter and find me at @wafflebaconboy. So there's no point in being an asshole about it.

Anyway, thanks for understanding. You are now free to go about your business. Enjoy your day.

A Quick Update

(All the best to you and yours.)

It's been a while, my friends. I quit Waffle House about eight or nine days ago, and I currently work overnights at a local gas station. My old body simply couldn't handle the grind of ten-hour shifts.

I've decided to stop writing for now in order to concentrate on making videos. You can find me on Twitter. My handle is @wafflebaconboy. Stop by and say hello. God bless.