I hate to bother you. I know you’re probably on your way out the door right now, off to a vaguely important meeting in a high-rise somewhere in Manhattan, Beijing, Tokyo, Moscow, or Abu Dhabi. Or maybe you’re backstage at a hip, hole-in-the-wall bar, about to perform a setlist of cult favorites that have become synonymous with your name. I guess you could just be checking your email.
Whatever it is I’ve interrupted, I’m sorry, but I have a few questions that I need answered. Well, that I needed answered. You’re a little late now, but you always have been a notorious procrastinator.
I need to know, where do I go in life? You have to tell me, how do we do it? Do I need to learn how to tie the perfect Windsor knot & invest in a good attaché case, or should I start putting some money away for a new guitar & start penning some heart-wrenching, semi-allegorical lyrics? I know where it looks like I’m headed, but life is nothing if not unpredictable.
Well, anyway, I think I’m rambling now & I know your time is a valuable commodity nowadays. Please respond as soon as you can.
Yours Fate-fully,
R
R
