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Today was pretty normal. This evening I, along with my good pal Crazy Bastard, signed the release contract to a kid’s book that we’ve been working on. This morning we entered hostile commission negotiations with our contractor, The Madam. It was such a fucked situation. All through the process The Madam was under the impression that she would be cutting us in for x. All through the process Crazy Bastard and I thought we would be cut in for 2x. You see how the problem becomes quite apparent? Unfortunately our previous meetings with The Madam, which we thought had ironed out this misunderstanding, had not, and we found ourselves in a bad space of hurtful words and ugly accusations. Under normal circumstances Crazy Bastard and I play Good Cop/Bad Cop. My incredibly easy-going nature makes me the ideal Good Cop, except early in the mornings when I think I’m being screwed. So we played Big Angry Sulking Bastard/Bad Cop-turned Good Cop in a world gone crazy. Not my proudest moment, but in my defense, who the hell schedules meetings for 7am anyway? At the end of the day it was a win-loose situation. No one in the right, no one in the wrong and everyone at the table staring with intent. Luckily, The Madam cracked first and we got exactly what we wanted.
As I drove home, letting AC/DC blast away all the weird, dirty, guilty feelings that had built up in my brain throughout the day, I thought about this weird world and how ambiguous the line between right and wrong can be sometimes. And I thought to myself, fuck it.
Businessman, when you make a deal,
Do you know who you can trust?
Do you sign your life away?
Do you write your name in dust?
Hey, hey, hey!
Every dog has his day!
It's a dog eat dog!
Dog eat dog!
Today was pretty normal. This evening I, along with my good pal Crazy Bastard, signed the release contract to a kid’s book that we’ve been working on. This morning we entered hostile commission negotiations with our contractor, The Madam. It was such a fucked situation. All through the process The Madam was under the impression that she would be cutting us in for x. All through the process Crazy Bastard and I thought we would be cut in for 2x. You see how the problem becomes quite apparent? Unfortunately our previous meetings with The Madam, which we thought had ironed out this misunderstanding, had not, and we found ourselves in a bad space of hurtful words and ugly accusations. Under normal circumstances Crazy Bastard and I play Good Cop/Bad Cop. My incredibly easy-going nature makes me the ideal Good Cop, except early in the mornings when I think I’m being screwed. So we played Big Angry Sulking Bastard/Bad Cop-turned Good Cop in a world gone crazy. Not my proudest moment, but in my defense, who the hell schedules meetings for 7am anyway? At the end of the day it was a win-loose situation. No one in the right, no one in the wrong and everyone at the table staring with intent. Luckily, The Madam cracked first and we got exactly what we wanted.
As I drove home, letting AC/DC blast away all the weird, dirty, guilty feelings that had built up in my brain throughout the day, I thought about this weird world and how ambiguous the line between right and wrong can be sometimes. And I thought to myself, fuck it.
Businessman, when you make a deal,
Do you know who you can trust?
Do you sign your life away?
Do you write your name in dust?
Hey, hey, hey!
Every dog has his day!
It's a dog eat dog!
Dog eat dog!
posted by Uncle Evil at 7:21 AM
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