Chapter 1
I was sitting in my faded boxers at my computer looking for a job. I saw a posting and scrutinized $500! "Wow! I can make money writing," I thought.
"No, I'm no writer," I concluded. This is just another scam site, one of many, where desperation meets delusion in the hopes of fame and fortune.
"Maybe I could post a link to my site," I thought rejuvenated and reinvigorated with hope. But then I would be supporting link hopping. And link hopping is like lily hopping; every step you take only leads you deeper into the mud pond.
So chapter one will end like so: Dear StoryMash, I dare you to publish this and make me an optimist. (I realized after finishing this chapter and clicking 'save', that I'm supposed to publish this myself.) Ok. Dear StoryMash, now that this is published, make me an optimist.
Sincerely,
The Drunk Heretic


