Work Sucks, Let's Go Back to Bartering

Before I start, that little "Donate" button up there is for a charity called Zephyr for Kids. I have no intention of guilting anyone into sending $5. But it will appear in all my posts from here on in. The charity is designed to get kids out of foster care and back with parents who have proven themselves worthy. It's tax deductible. We are looking to get a HUD house now, So if you can, great. If not, no big. I understand shit is tough all over. That's why I whore my English degree on the internet.

Speaking of which, I hate working. I love writing but I hate having to write what someone else tells me to write. For money. I want shells instead. Then I can go to the market and say, "I will give you two clams and an abalone for those Versace pumps." But no. I get "assignments." And deadlines. And FUCKING EDITORS. My belief is that editors are failed writers who are bitter at those of us who get paid to be eloquent. I hate them.

I may move to Tahiti, put on a grass skirty and a coconut bra, and sell shell art for a living. And with that, I have to go,  because I HAVE A DEADLINE.

PS - Don't forget the kids if you can. If you can't donate dough, we need clothes for kids and moms, shoes, books, school supplies - and gin for the workers. Thanks. My readers rock the most. And I'll have a web page up for Zephyr soon, if I ever get through these stupid articles. Meanwhile the address is Zephyr for Kids, 93 Bellerose Ave, Rear Entrance, East Northport, NY 11731. Thanks again,