It Takes a Village (of idiots)

NTC got really heavy a few months ago. I just couldn’t carry it any longer, so I enlisted my friend, P, to help. That just made things worse. My back and shoulder pain persisted, AND I had to endure long-unfunny-yawner posts. That’s when I shouted, to no one in particular, “Enough is enough!”

So now we’ve got a whole bevy of contributors to NTC. They are all smarter and funnier than I am, which means lots of posts will be deleted out of utter jealousy. I axed them to write a short description of themselves and I provided an example of how I’d do it. Being the creative souls that they are, they followed my example exactly. Good news for a control-freak like me, bad news for readers hoping to see some variety.

So here they are: “C,” “M,” and “Z.” *Sigh* I realize (much, much too late) that this blog just became all about Class A drugs and jokes about finance. Oh well.

The Usual Suspects

C. Confused, lost, poor. Carries the stench of poverty like a badge of honor. Unable to see how others are laughing at him.

M. Two parts whiskey, three parts coke, a whole lot of Truth. Stir.

Z. Two words: Numbers don't lie. Lost in his twenties never to return. Lethal in copious amounts or Tuesday evenings. Literal. Careful. Reflective.