Hey 3.5 readers. Your old pal BQB here, fresh from defeating the Yakuza. Never get on the wrong side of a Japanese gangster, let me tell you.
For those of you who have been reading this blog intently, you know I’ve always said there was a time limit to all of this. The older a person gets, the more problems they have until they are eventually crushed by the weight of them.
The Alleged Man i.e. the man who allegedly pretends to be me is no different.
You see the poor guy starting dating. What a dumbass. He met someone but there are some issues. He isn’t sure yet whether those issues are surmountable.
He’s a bit broken up about it so much so that running a blog about a magic yeti fighting bookshelf caretaker just seems childish to him now. I know, right?
The Alleged Man is a big dreamer, a man of big ideas and appetites who lives in his head because the real world rarely cooperates with what he wants.
In short it was easy for old AM to slip into a coma for a few years where he believed this illustrious blog and a subsequent self publishing enterprise would lead to him being rich enough to score super hot chicks.
That’s right. You’re all in this for the art. AM is in this for the chicks.
This AM faces some choices. He could stay single and alone in the hopes that Toilet Gator, the best novel ever written, will be a smash hit and score him lots of chicks…or he can give up and, no offense, be one of you normals, waking up next to a normal chick every day and shopping at Bed Bath and Beyond till he dies.
You might say AM should continue to self publish but there’s the rub. What if Toilet Gator is a success? All the chicks would want him but he’d have already committed to someone. It’d be very frustrating. He’d have to abandon Toilet Gator altogether.
So yes I am asking if it is wise for my friend to stay alone in the hopes that a novel about an alligator who eats people while they poop will be a success.