Well, today my free ride is over, and I once again become a contributing member of society. I’ve been looking for a “j.o.b.” since November, which is awful, soul-crushing activity, but I have succeeded, finally, in finding a wage slave position, and today at 2:00 P.M., I once again sell my time to an employer—for enough cash to buy a burger.
It’s so strange to me that writing stories, making paintings and drawings, crafting jokes, and making the world a more interesting and poetic place pays SHIT. At least for little folks like me, who don’t have connections to rich people, don’t live in the right cities, or don’t make the standard “buy it at the mall” type creations. Seems weird that preparing fast food pays better than inventing new universes…
But that’s the reality! (I’ve always hated reality…)
If we want to eat and pay our bills and not have overdraft fees every week, we can’t afford to be a single income family anymore.
My wife has been very supportive over the years, says she likes lots of my paintings, buys me new canvases all the time, lets me read my new stories and reviews to her, even laughs at some of the jokes… But laughter won’t pay the rent—so I’m off to the salt mines!
Who knows—maybe interacting with humans again will inspire new stories. Maybe getting out of the house more often will renew my energy. Maybe, while I’m driving to work, I’ll be abducted by Space Brothers, who give me a message for all humanity, and I can write a book about the experiences, and maybe get a short miniseries out of it on Hulu. I’m keeping my head up and my eyes open…
—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The P.E.W.)
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