by Shelt Garner
I’m a nobody. After a few blips of micro fame in my wasted youth, I find myself drifting through life just wondering when the end will arrive. My only hope is that maybe, just maybe, I might write a novel that sells. And, I suppose, that if I happen to fall into some extra money I might buy photographic equipment and try to be a fashion photographer.
But, sad to say, at the moment, it definitely seems as though I’m just going to fade away.
Having said all of that, at least once a year, someone with a career and whatnot stumbles across me and something interesting happens. They usually use the Internet Archive to do due diligence on me, recoil in how weird I am and then I never hear from them again.
But, like I said, at least once a year, for one, bright shining moment I feel like the outside world gives a shit. And, yet, as I grow older, I am far more confident in my skin. I don’t need the validation of others as much as I once did. I am who I am and if you don’t like it, fuck off.