So I was hired at Consumption Junction to write articles for their home page– signature graphic, email address, hate mail, the works (CHECK IT OUT!!!). It was a trip, though regretfully short-lived. Soon after I was fired from Consumption Junction, kind of… wanna fight about it? Actually, for the first time in history the phrase “creative differences” might actually apply. The powers that be felt pressure from other sites that were gaining popularity and only had one daily writer. Another factor was the wild influx of new writing talent which left the CJ crowd in confusion, wondering where Thomas and Patrick and Danny had fucked off to. The answers were jail, the bottom of a bong, and the grave, respectively, but the fact remained that there were something like a dozen writers clogging the pipes and Phil, our brave new editor, was charged with the task of turning 12 regulars into 3. New guidelines were handed down, deadlines were given, more hurdles were put in place, and I didn’t agree with many of them. My beloved site was in danger of becoming a one-dimensional party site that featured nothing but silly, lighthearted tales of debauchery. My idol Thomas had departed to clean up his act, and I felt that given my move to the land of Oz and intense misgivings about the future of CJ, it was time to say goodbye. My biggest regret was that of the three editorials they published, two of them were stripped down versions of AtomicWorkshop pieces, and none of the four newest pieces I submitted– all brand spanking new– ever got featured. Resolved not to let them go to waste, I’m going to post them here, one every few days, in a transparent effort to get new content up and buy time to write something that’s not a terrible 13-day novel.
So enjoy, dear children, as I am off on another adventure.
Adam