Sunday, February 28, 2010

Busting my Cherry

OK: I'm gonna start this out by admitting something. I started this account awhile ago, & thought many times about posting my first writing. For some reason, I was convinced it that fucking mattered: what I first posted about, that is. As if I'm going to post this, & then all kinds of people are going to read it, & then I may or may not get all kinds of "followers" out of this. Hey.. "followers" is the site's term, not mine.

Back in my UW-Milwaukee days, a buddy of mine was off on a bad trip. I left the room to get someone some aspirin, & came back to find the whole room thick with tension. My friend looked at me, wide eyed & terrified, & said "You have followers, Mitch Connor. You may not know this, but you have followers!" That shit's too funny to not be true.

So, before I ask that you please try my little cup of Kool-Aid, let me tell you a bit about what's in it.

I'm a full-time college student. It's my 2nd time around with the college thing, with 15 years of factory work betwixt the scholastic stints. My main passion is music, and I like to sing & would like to think I can write lyrics & maybe even songs, which I can, but my main focus & outlet needs to be writing. Marketing is my gig now, & if there's one thing I've learned it's that the game is all about satisfaction, and you can't satisfy if you don't understand the need.

There's a lot more to me than "Hi, my name is Mitch & I'm a college student". I'm also a full-blown freak & always will be. I'm going to make my cheese in the game, but I've got to be real in my spare time. You feel me? Yeah, I'm kind of all over the place in my terminology but I'm always keepin it real, it ain't no fakery, I'm nothin' but bakery. I'm a slice of doughy Midwestern white bread. My soul stretches from the sewer to the stars. This cup of Kool-Aid has hints of cheap beer & high-end vodka, and it's own secret blend of herbs & spices.

So be it. I have no time to up & edit this bitch, it's time for me to get off my Sunday ass & wash Saturday's stink off. Stick around. Maybe I'll smell better next time.