Man.  Nothing cooler than this job.  So here I sit, in the town coffee house (there are two, but this is the classy one), laptop in… lap, churning away on a pre-season episode of JS0.  I’m watching the boys scale the icy slopes of Mt. Rainier and work their magic on camera.  I just finished a new design concept to go out on our next merch order.  The ladies, they can see that I’m an artist.  A bohemian artist.  This is a Macintosh, baby.  I’m editing.  Editing film.

Video editing, it brings all the girls to the yard

Remember the “adventure” that all these jokers are embarking on?  In SE Asia?  Sure, that’s cool.  I guess.  I’m embarking on an adventure in western Massachusetts, one that ends with me self employed and creating the kind of art that I have always lusted after — with a purpose, a message, an intent.  And that chicks totally dig.  Brian spent the better part of a year talking me up on this job and I fought him every stage of the way.  “It can’t be done,” “we don’t have the experience,” “there’s no guarantee that it will work,” “I’m scared to put my neck out and do something I really care about.“  Well, no longer.  Here I am — the production lead for an internet startup, working my ass off for the first job I’ve ever been legitimately excited about. 

It helps that I’m drunk.  And that it’s a Tuesday.  At 5:30 in the afternoon.