None at all.

“Would it be rude of me to inquire if there is any insanity in your family?”
● You Were Never Lovelier



The full-time experience proves most fascinating. Everyone here dresses casually, so I have reverted to my default preppie mode of emulating Fred Astaire’s casual attire. Speaking of, TCM aired the 1949 Fountainhead on Monday night – vintage movies never abandon their appeal. About time for another viewing of Cover Girl.

Never a dull moment, here. I pulled in this morning to three giant trucks in the front lot, with army-ant stage hands scuttling about unloading equipment for the live broadcast of the Fighting Championships tomorrow. Evidently in addition to our internet stream it will air on ESPN with a feature on NBC.

We conversed at length with GWAR’s manager today, and acquired the rights to execute a live, pay-per-view stream for their concert on Halloween - the first of its kind, really. We will hash the particulars of the contract later this week.

I can’t believe this is my lifeeeeeeeeeee.

The Dizziness of Freedom Is Intoxicating

I had not realized how far my psyche had progressed from this point two years ago. Perhaps it’s due to my abandonment of the attorney lifestyle. Perhaps it’s attributable to my sheer will and determination. But I seem to have emerged from the darkness.

Now the official in-house counsel and CFO of a concert venue. No more clients. No more court rooms. No more suits. No more suicidal tendencies. No more rat race. No opposing counsel eyeing my rear end like a slice of turkey. No visiting clients in prison on holidays.

I’m FREE. As of now, I’m a free attorney-turned-businessman.

Sometimes it just hits me: this is my life, and I can do whatever I want.

Isn’t it marvelous?

I should have done this two years ago.

Dad, Psychotherapist.

Dad's analysis of me: "You're a great person to talk to. But you just make it as difficult as humanly possible for anyone to get to know you."

Boy, just when you think no one knows you at all...