“Is a personal narrative really the optimal form for mocking one’s own childish desires?” muses Jake. After a while he writes a note to himself to consider that later, then goes back to his excitingly decorated office in the airy production building where he works hard all day with his friends from college and the interweb on fascinating, lucrative projects until they go home to the same apartment complex and play games until two in the morning and also they can eat pizza and fried chicken sandwiches every day without getting fat and his ankle doesn’t hurt and nobody ever dies.
Dear gentle reader: this blog has been operating continuously since I was a teenager. The writing below is at least a decade old. In that time every molecule of my body has been replaced, along with many foolish ideas and flighty beliefs. I want to keep some of those things public out of an honesty and humility I owe the world. I trust you to carry that context with you.