PAUL BRIGANTI! and YOU.

by Frank Stafford

Wow. First post of my brand new blog. Feels great, like a new pair of shoes. My new sounding board! I’ll send it to my friends and their questions about my experiences will be answered. Someone I will not send it to is my son, who I abandoned eight years ago.

Sure I’m sick about my past actions, which is why I need to make up for it and totally commit to nurturing this here WordPress.

It’s the only way to prove I’ve learned from my past actions.

Sure it’ll get arduous after a while. I mean, updating a blog at least once a week is tough. Who has that much to say, anyway? I’m sure sooner or later it will start haunting me, like the phantom yell my nameless child haunts me day in and day out. But I’ve already signed up this blog, no turning back now.

Maybe I’ll even write supportive and kind things about the blog, since I’ve got fatherly instincts that go wasted. Maybe after every post I will write, “Good going, sport”, and then tuck my laptop into bed. As I drift off to sleep I’ll think “Frank, you are an amazing blog owner. All the other blog owners are jealous of you. You should be proud.”

On second thought, maybe I’ll just get drunk tonight and forget to post.