It’s so goddamn true, there are millions of us out there, people with crazy creative streaks running the core. I mean, what separates me from the rest, undoubtedly my absolute necessity to impress, why I seem to be writing this particular blog in rhyme. I didn’t mean to do that, but here I sit, wondering if this is it, if I am destined to spend the rest of my days impressing only myself. Writers have a long shelf life, but only a good one if you end up on an actual shelf. Answer me this, am I wasting my time, or may it all be worth the strife in the end? I have no real way of knowing, not even if these words ceased flowing for you as soon as you looked a little deeper and saw that I was off on one of my many slews. I guess we’ll see.