I’m envisioning trumpets accompanying my words. Cheers emanating from the lovable peanut galley, my readers.
“Finally.” they say. “He begins to write.”
In short, I’m expecting accolades.
But there isn’t any of that. Now. Here. In my brother’s room, writing. Alone. Words on a page.
Because, now…this is the beginning.
This…is the start of something new. The exploration of something impossible. Hope in one’s own creation to change the world.
I hope to entertain, to help and to enlighten.
Through my words, I hope for change.
The title of this blog refers to what I am in this moment. A millennial. A collegian. A New Yorker. So of course I claim certain arrogances.
I also claim…that my writing is better than most.
So, join me on this journey, my friends, as we embark on this pen odyssey. We shall tally the cheers when I’m quite dead in a faded black suit.
Christ, that was dark.
I’m trying to pun those four words…”dark” and “faded black suit” together, but I’m failing miserably.
Good Evening. And so it begins.