So, That's That.

... I'm officially a whore.

This guy is tired of slinging coffee. While I haven't quit just yet... I foresee it happening sooner rather than later. The prospect of walking into that corporate franchise hell is god damn torturous. I cannot deal with it. Everything that was even slightly tolerable about McDonald's is fucking absent.

So... How will I support the newest member of Project MayHAM, you ask? I may, in fact, get another job. It could be in the restaurant business. What it will NOT be is some shitty, corporate franchise. I've had enough. No Mas. I love cooking. I really like the camaraderie and atmosphere of the business. Shit... I even love running a restaurant. ..When A: I've been trained adequately to do so, and B: When I'm not contractually obligated to work 6 days a week and get up at 3 in the fucking morning every day, only to be treated like a slave, and not what I, in fact am.... The Fucking Boss. It's ridiculous. Especially when I have an eleven year old daughter that just wants to spend time with her Daddy, who is way too exhausted to even fucking sit up for the 4 hours between the time he gets home (late) from work and the time he needs to go to bed to do it all over the next day. Every day. And the one day off I do get a week is murder. I waste half of the day recharging from being burnt out all week.... Then, maybe, I run some errands or do laundry. Cook some dinner... Then, it's right back to fucking bed at seven. And forget about trying to build a relationship with my 2 week old son. I've been here before... And I believe in myself, and not repeating my own mistakes.

Fuck this. I'm finally putting my money where my mouth is. I am officially a freelance writer. It's a start. And they say it's never too late..The wheels are in motion. I know I said I was gonna do this a while ago, But this time, I'm for real. I think I froze up under the pressure of becoming an author. A good friend said to me: "I wanna say I know Furbush after his novel is published."

Yeah... Great idea. Except nothing came to me, and rather than sticking to my strengths, and writing every day, I became lethargic and depressed that yet another dream of mine was too difficult to attain.

But, it's on... Fuck a novel (for now). I've started a profile over at HubPages, and published my first "hub"... please check it out and spread the word. And please... for the love of all that is sacred and Holy... Click The Fucking Ads. For me.. OK? I'm gonna be writing some reviews for Superior Media Group, pretty soon, here... I'm also going to be throwing up some paid reviews on your very own Hot Winter Beverages. Project MayHAM will remain the same as it always has been. In fact, I think there will be a fuck load of an improvement in post frequency. Same goes for MAYHAM. Not only are we going to start posting episodes more often, I'm introducing other podcasts to "The MAYHAM Network". If you're interested in either recording a podcast with me, or submitting a podcast for consideration, please contact me at your earliest convenience.

We've already started Rage Of Fury, and coming soon... Wait for it... The Rape Factory, with Furbush And Marshall. More ideas a a-churnin'... So, stay tuned. (And don't forget to subscribe on iTunes and donate on Project MayHAM)

I am mixing shit up a bit. We're considering a drastic move. Yesterday, it was Canada. Today it's Oklahoma. I just started reading The Simple Guide To A Minimalist Life by Leo Babauta, and have started to at least rethink some of the bullshit that corrodes my life. I'm urging you to check out the e-book. Buy that shit. It's less than ten bucks, and it's had a pretty profound and positive impact on me. Not only that, but if you do purchase this thing, Daddy gets a cut. And we're one step closer to actually living the dream. Click here to view more details.

I need flexibility. I want to see my children grow up, and do what I love. I don't want to be just another asshole with wasted potential.

So, keep your eyes and ears peeled.

To Whores!