5000 posts for TKC

There was a time when all I ever wanted out of a career was to be a columnist for The Kansas City Star. I also wanted to play professional football or maybe become a stock broker but all of those dreams now serve as nothing more than reminders of how dumb I was as a little kid.

Sadly, at this point in the blog and my life I don't have any profound insights on what I'm doing or where this thing is going . . . I only know that this blog is very much a reflection of my life given that it's profane, obsessed with white women, vulgar, ironic, sometimes misunderstood, very often overrated, full of useless information about this city and resentful of nearly everyone and everything . . . And it's written from my mom's basement. What I do here is try to entertain, try and tell the truth when it's funny and share every horrible thought that comes into my head concerning Kansas City . . . Only recently have I been unable to distinguish the difference between any of these endeavors.

I've written a lot of things in this blog up to this point and I'd like to thank anybody who has been kind enough to read it . . . The old school TKC homies remember when this place on the web was put together in Microsoft Frontpage.

Presently, this blog gets more than a few hundred hits a day, totaling a few thousand a week and I've been lucky enough to appear on local radio a couple of times with more than a few mentions from print publications around KC.

I've won one award for this thing and I've think that I've managed to burn almost every bridge possible in terms of local media outlets that I've offended who pretend not to read this site. I've collected more than 2 dozen private e-mails pretty much informing me that I'm an asshole and ten times as many compliments. I've also met some great people because of this blog including a great, beautiful, lovely and wonderful lady who is most often the best part of my day.

Like I mentioned previously, I have no idea what the future holds for myself or this blog but I'd like to think we can both keep going for a little while longer if only to piss off everybody who doesn't like me.

I'm not a kid anymore and I've stopped having lofty ambitions about the future or great expectations of things to come . . . Still, I remain thankful for this blog and the few people who are good enough to read it just as I'm thankful for this cozy corner in my mom's basement, the warm glow of this computer screen and the steady supply of snack cakes I've managed to maintain.

I've always felt that part of being a grown up was realizing that things could be worse, things can always get worse . . . In that respect I think that I could have achieved some of the vapid goals I set for myself as a young man only to realize that they were essentially worthless and didn't provide me half as much freedom as blogging does . . . For that, and so many other things I'm happy, thankful, grateful that blogging has granted me the freedom to call bullshit on whomever I chose. The only casualty has been my career and my circadian clock.

Again, thanks for reading, take care, stay safe and kiss your mother for me.