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It's Not a Dick, It's Mr. Squiggly: 500 Words Per Day - Day 20
It’s Not a Dick, It’s Mr. Squiggly: Day 20

It’s Not a Dick, It’s Mr. Squiggly: Day 20


Day 20

Rolled up my sleeves and put some kids in check tonight. Teenaged boys are such idiots. I remember when I was 15, I had a car already because my parents ruled and I worked just .5 miles down the road and I talked them into letting me take myself to work so I wouldn’t inconvenience them. For a few nights, I lied about having to work and went out with friends. I was always a chicken shit though, couldn’t keep up that scheme for more than a few weeks before I felt too shitty. My mom always knew too.

Little Jerome was drawing penises on his team poster tonight. They were supposed to be doing a charitable project for their school and he was drawing dicks. He got kicked out. I saw him in the hallway, and since I’ve been eating this food all week I decided I would take it out on him.

“Why are you out here?”

“I was drawing Mr. Squiggly faces on the paper and the teacher thought it was a dick.”

That was all I needed to lay into him.

“Ok so you’re a liar and a coward. How does it feel to be the kid remembered for drawing dicks and not contributing anything else to your team or your school?”

“Teacher, I was drawing Mr. Squig….”

That was the last he spoke for the night. At the end of the night I handed him a piece of paper. Said his contribution to the night was so valuable that I wrote him a personal check. It was a folded up piece of paper with a penis drawn on it that said, “Make a plan, not a penis.”

It was Greg’s idea but I felt pretty cool handing it over to him.

Going to work on long term shit. Cutting all the fringe and turning away from instant gratification. This sounds stupid even saying but I made my Insta and FB private yesterday. I bet I’ve lost hours thinking about followers and post engagements. It’s stupid. A complete waste of time.

I can see the moves, they’re all laid out pretty clearly in front of me. Someone just told me I was very disciplined tonight. I thought she was just being polite. But maybe I am. How can you ever know anything? Perspective is a bitch like that. And the more I think about it the more I need to rewatch I Heart Huckabees.
I’ve got a plan. The next 6 months are to accomplish specific things. Not bitch or complain or feel entitled, but improve my skills and my relationships.

I used to put a lot of money into online marketing. Who gives a fuck if I hook a stranger? I bet if I took my GoPro (jk it’s a $50 GearPro) into the streets and asked 50 people (face to face) per day to purchase my product or visit my studio I would get more traffic in a month than spending $10,000 dollars on ad campaigns. Because I would ask them real questions and make a real connection. What a sucker I’ve been. This online world is empty. Why do you think rich people are so lonely? Why is everyone so lonely?

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