You may have read my various social media posts about our trip to the West Coast and thought “Why in the fuck am I paying to read this nitwit’s words when he’s doling them out on a free platform? I bought the cow so how come I gotta pay for the milk?” You’re not wrong. In my haste to puke out the details before I forgot most of them, I neglected you. My paying customer. Inexcusable, unacceptable, and 100% guaranteed that it will happen again. Repeatedly. Shamefully.
In lieu of an excuse, please let me simply say this in my own defense:
I HAVE CANCER, YOU INSENSITIVE MOTHERFUCKER! WHY ARE YOU COMING AT ME?
But seriously, even if you slightly nodded your head in acknowledgment of my propensity to scribe on the socials rather than post here, I get it. There are many times when I think “I should be Substacking more.” Then, my thoughts usually wander to “Shit, I’m hungry” and I’ll find a gluten-free energy bar and forget about Substack again. Your investment should be worth more of my time, especially when it comes to oversharing on social media. I’ll have a sit down with myself in order to identify why I feel the need to do that and take action steps to improve. As CEO and President of DRG Multimedia, I will fall on my sword and beg for your mercy and repeat business.
All that said, I feel pretty okay that you’re about to get my innermost musings, deepest thoughts, and the type of travelogue that makes you ask “Was I on that trip with them?” Not “them” as in I use “they” pronouns, but as in Sarah and me. I gave myself the gift of some extra time this morning so that I could properly and tenderly give you what you paid for: All My Words.