17 February 2016
Yet Another Message To the World Brought To You By Arran Distillers
Writing the Dope City Free Press is but one of the things I do with no expectation of monetary reward. What I do get out of it is entertaining myself (if I was not doing so I would have stopped long ago); being further entertained by the knowledge you read this shit and send me some feedback every once in a while (most recently it has been fucking heart warming); and an increased willingness on my part to add to my pile of life experience some experiences I probably would have passed up except for getting a chance to write about them for the DCFP's small, quality audience.
I have always found writing to be one life's best entertainments. All the more because I have no expectations of prizes, riches or any of that. I have never had any ambition for fame or riches. I am happy not to miss meals and get loaded every now and then. I am not that good at this writing business and probably never will be. I am a sawmill worker who just happens to be lucky enough to be literate. That is enough for me. Food on the table, whiskey on the table and the means to buy a new typewriter when necessary.
Having an audience is quite another matter. Audience for any performer is pretty fucking abstract. Outside of my closest friends and family I have met few people who read these, for the most part, carefully chosen words. The best thing is I know every so often I make you laugh. That is the gold in my lunch bucket. I wish I did not have to make you cry but I would not be a writer if I did not do so. Nevertheless that is the silver in my lunch bucket. Sorry about that, motherfuckers.
My experience set will increase further still as time goes by. I am doing shit this very minute I will write about when the time is right and plans are already in the works to do something I have never done before on the weekend I will write about soon.
Thanks again for reading. I love you motherfuckers.