a duel will settle this
I was gonna skip over this Domenech thing, but holy shit.
I've been staring at naked girls and buying things and vainly trying to meditate in order to stave off the inevitable disappointment of yet another "Thank you for applying to blah blah" note, and then this, this kid....and here I am - hell, and here's two fine drinking partners, good little writers in their own right, right down the street from me - all of us plugging away at faux cushy McJobs, and this child, this juiced-in, closet-fuckup, stumbles ass backwards into the primo blogging slot on the website of one of the world's biggest newspapers.
This is like getting to be the Lakers' back-up center because you're mom's tight with Mr. and Mrs. Staples. It's enough to make you want to put on a Guy Fawkes mask and get nuts.
UPDATE: Thank You For Sucking. Perhaps I don't have to don my cape and mask after all. And maybe, just maybe, "soon come" is the new black....
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