Sitting here writing subject lines for email blasts is not how I thought it would all end up or where I would be at this juncture. I am really creative at eblast titles. It's what I do. Someday, aliens are gonna come here and see our ruined world and marvel at the tremendous level of skill that I had with polishing shit into gold. Of course, I will be long dead, a casualty of bums on a train. I would maybe like some recognition or at least a reply instead of having to be shivved or shanked and recognized long after my ignoble demise.

Photo - N
Words - S