Sucking the Devil's C*ck...


Selling out. I've resisted it my whole life, beat of a different drummer and all that. Path not taken. Yada, yada. Selling out has different levels and each industry has its pinacle. I could mention a few bestselling authors but...

I have never worked for anyone for very long but lately I've been tempted by the Devil. The illusive big money job. Offered. Sike. No deal. But, God how I wanted it.

There seems to be rules to life that I can niether figure out nor adhear to. After months of anticipation I am back to the drawing board.

I think I'm going to write about it...and then drink about it. Maybe not in that order, maybe simultaniously.

"They" say for ever closed door, several open. Is there a selling out window, or do I just get on my knees?

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