Butch the Closer
Mildly Insane
posted 03-12-03 01:47 AM
James K, it hasn't been sent yet. Check your email.
Why would you think life's good for me?
I have a job paying me, with bonuses mid five-figures a year (that's two numbers, a comma, and three more numbers, no decimal).
I have a textbook in publication (under my old pseudonym) that's making me a few bucks.
I'm making a few bucks here and there, freelancing for a couple of sports publications.
Oh, guess what? That Ted Williams Story that didn't beat out a 10 line limerick by Two-TonFrank for the Rio contest--it was published in a sports monthly. I'm surprised nobody saw it and said anything here. I guess nobody here has the time to read magazines anymore.
I have a regular book due to be published later this year for which I've already gotten an advance and which might make a lot of money (or might make none, one never knows about the public's tastes). The publisher must think it's going to go well, because they've taken the steps to register the trademark rights of "Butch Butcheson" for me as a pseudonym.
My end of what I'm making betting sports for somebody is about a dime a week. It will be much more once baseball starts.
The company I work for is going to expand in the future, and I'm a key player in it.
How unfortunate for me.
Because golly gee: if I'd played my cards right, I could still be working 12 hours a day at Prescription for $500 a month (of which I only got $250), and getting abused by people with no lives and no future!
BTW, I have a post up at my site (no ads here, don't want your readers on my site, thanks for not allowing any links there) that confirms that this is really me. Not that it matters. This will be gone before the hard drive stops spinning at Infopop.