Corporate whoredom hurts as bad as it sounds.
Connect, connect, connect. Easy. Easy like dots on paper thanks to the vast amounts of underpayed talent burning time along side me. They are forced to like me. They need it.
Start to finish everyday with the same 30 some people begins to feel wild. Business turns into business casual turns into sleepy turns into that special kind of silly you get when you stayed up too long with old friends. The distance between my house and most sets is miniscule and pedantic compared to the detachment I feel being there. No longer stuck in Memphis, just stuck in some realm of bad hair and worse timing.
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