It’s never going to be right.
It’s never going to be perfect.
Some will give you props because they feel it, sometimes they will because it’s trendy to do so.
People will approach you out of respect and some will out of need.
Some people will work with you because you are good and others because you are safe and they want to get paid.
Some will never acknowledge you and the work you’ve done together because your name is not big enough to get them more gigs and street cred…
….and some will keep it on the down low because despite all that posturing, they are still being held as an object by someone.
Some will talk to you and make their own decisions….
….and others will listen to the local mafioso and swap half whispered rumors while holding overpriced drinks in a plastic cup in front of yet another black and white close up “juried” image of a penis, a vagina, or some beautiful (nude) grrl in a gas mask.
This is the arena. Many voices. Many stories. Much drama.
Me? Heh. I put on my headphones, key up my playlist and keep walking forward.
Seriously: What else can you do with bullshit like that?
That’s not a rant, my dear. That’s reality. Sorry if you aren’t a believer.
Think about it, and tell me with your heart that I’m wrong.
Try to convince me.
I must admit, however, I don’t fancy your chances.
-CN




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