You know when people say jokingly, “We’re friends because we hate the same people.” Well, it’s funny because it’s true. And actually, it’s a good thing.
It’s no secret I live in New York City. I do and I don’t. Everyone thinks if you live in New York City that you actually live in the city in some glass high rise with a doorman. No, I don’t. I live in some box of an apartment in Astoria, Queens. It may not be Manhattan but you know what it has that Manhattan doesn’t? Character.
When I first moved to New York it was a lot to take in. Not the big city itself, the chaos, the tons of people, the shenanigans, the late nights of tomfoolery and the many characters I have met on the streets. No. That stuff I actually really dig and that’s the reason I wanted to be in New York so badly. I love real people and their stories. I think most people that love to write, have a love for life and are just down to earth genuine people do. These people I actually get and seek out.
That relationship. That friend. That person. That thing you were in that went so wrong but you’ll be damned if you can let it go.
Either this “As seen on TV” crap is getting better or I’m getting poorer. At this point, it could go either way.
Chances are you’re stuck in a rut. Dead end job. Life seems routine and just downright boring. Lonely and feeling a bit like nobody gives a shit. Could be that it’s just me, maybe that’s why I’m writing this. Could be that it’s you too and that’s why your reading this.
I’ve come to the conclusion that believing in Wrestling is like believing is Santa Claus or The Easter Bunny. It’s completely up to you and no matter what you believe we still celebrate Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny and we all love a good wrestling match because it’s amazing.