Making Friends

This blog of mine is a sometimes barren wasteland. And let me tell you why.

To me, Internet, you’re a clubhouse of scary kids. I like the idea of having friends, but I’m afraid you’re going to be awful. I’m afraid I won’t live up to your expectations, which may be lower than low. I’m sort of afraid that if we hang out, you’re going to make me kill a squirrel. That, and the fact that contracts keep me from posting work for the world to see.

But you know what I do like? In all your vast, lonesome expanse, I like this.

It’s a start!