I always wondered whether all the “intellectuals” who bought Playboy Magazine “for the articles” would still buy the rag if the cheesecake were deleted. Well, I don’t know what those numbers would be…but I do know 5 weeks after all the local girls were deleted from the sidebar of this blog how many readers have abandoned ship.
One week into the new era, I reported that fully 85% of readers had stayed. But that (to my chagrin) is no longer the case. I have lost roughly two thirds of my audience. Actually, I was hoping to retain half but still, I’m somewhat gratified that at least one in three readers is still with me.
So here’s the question: Now that the blog earns virtually nothing…why would I continue writing something almost every day? I guess the truth is that I’m not a whore after all. I don’t have to be paid to write because I simply like doing it. Hey! I rarely play my guitar for an audience yet I still sit and play every day (though not like I used to). Same thing, basically.
Then there’s all that soup kitchen volunteering (which some losers think I don’t do). I already have many excellent letters of recommendation for the judge concerning my contributions to the community. But they were all written 7 months ago. Why do I still volunteer? I dunno. Seems like the right thing to do. I have the time. And the homies are mostly appreciative (you’d be surprised how many say please and thank you and God bless). Plus, I am now a skilled toilet cleaner and mop man. Not to mention soup ladler, dishwasher and waiter. Yo, I got skillz, bro…and all thinks to volunteering!
Ok! So none of the aforementioned aptitudes plus blogging on a daily basis is gonna get me in the subway for less than $1.35. But I don’t need to earn one more dime in my entire life and thus, chasing the golden idol seems irrelevant. If I choose to write in a vacuum – or feed a guy with no hope…that’s what I’m gonna do. I do what I do…and for these activities, I don’t feel I need to make any excuses. Nor for any others in my past…except not paying my taxes. That became a problem.