Just kidding! No, seriously folks. I’m trying to figure shit out here. I don’t know a damned thing about marketing, so I’m stumbling along in the dark. What do I know about marketing? I work in a sawmill out here on the Left Coast—La-La-Land as we call it, and have been calling it since I was in my 20’s, which was…whoa! 1978.
That’s a year after STAR WARS!
It’s amazing I can remember that far back. You see, I did a lot of drugs back then. A lot. I’m not proud of it, but I won’t shy away from it, either. We used to have a saying—okay, not we, I did—”If you can’t smoke it, drop it, snort it, or shoot it, it’s not worth doing.” So, needless to say, I was a little fucked up for a couple of years. I was never fully addicted, but a lot of my friends were and fell to the wayside, not able to distinguish reality from play time. A few of them have died, as you’d expect. But after I met my wife to be, I pulled my head out of my ass and turned myself around—like doing the Hokey Pokey.
I don’t lik…
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