Once again, I must apologize for my employees. Why is it so hard to find a good writer these days? They all go Mwahahahah blablabla blergh. After they are done with their madness, I get my superiors mad at me. Yes, even I, the Mysterious Eddy, have superiors. So if you wanted to be me to be cool later, drop that idea. Dream of being the Boss of the owner of the company that employs the superior of a janitor (who is generally superior then me).You don’t understand that last sentence, don’t worry. You don’t need to understand the babbling of a tired man who struggles to make some decent living. I’d like to eat liver but I have to eat whatever I find in garbage can because of the poor quality of the writers who works for me.

Enough sadness! The photo guy just freed his schedule to help me out so I might start to dream of liver again. He send me one of those air miles (a very special kind of electronic message) to tell me that he was available to write some articles about the cities he travels to while following some young kids.

He told me he wanted to write about the kids; I said no. The last person who wrote about kids went bla mehmeh moooo mooooo…

I hope I won’t have to talk to you again… That Photo Guy will pay if he makes me humiliate my poor person one more time. Mwaahahahahaha… *classic cough joke*