Okay okay okay, JEEZ!! For three weeks I’ve been avoiding this moment, three weeks!! And now it has finally caught up with me and my crazy idiot of a workmate has the nerve to ask me what I am writing… and now there he goes putting on the worst music this side of the north pole, what is he mad? And he is looking at me like I am the mad one…. Sheesh!! Wait, just what was I talking about before? Oh yeah, this oaf who passes for an editor. Can you believe he had the nerve to call my hard work well written nothing? I mean seriously, he doesn’t even really do the real editing for the mag, rather zine, all he does is chill in office pretending to do all-nighters when all he is really doing is pulling other peoples strings to do the real work… that and u-tube, and replaying the same all stupid song over and over and over…. I remember signing off last time cuz all I could think of doing at that time was breaking into song and even I couldn’t bear the thought of that, but you’ve shoved me into a corner. Just keep in mind, when people start singing along and you can’t get my song out of your head (I’m pretty sure it’ll be a hit and then I’ll have to go pull a Kurt Cobain and go off myself. Wait, you don’t know who Kurt Cobain is? Really? Go google him or something, it’s the beginning of wisdom, google I mean.), you asked for it. (that is what all r n’ b (rap, nonsense, bullshit?) “artistes” do these days right? Put a very old spin on a few random clichés that don’t have to make sense and suddenly every tom mike and Stella is singing along to “ you are my bread andi butter or “kiss me thru the pho –o-o-o-o-o- o -o-o-o-o-oo- one… seriously!!!) Here it comes… wait, he did ask for just half a page, right? I’m saved!!!
By Brian B. Coutinho
<The writer has a problem with deadlines and everybody called Tom, Mike or Stella>