Howdy from the last day I sit in this chair, at this desk, in a cube, in a SEA of cubes, in an office. At least, I hope. I’ve waited for this day for what seems like forever. I was thinking last night about a time a few years ago when I was just making my own cards and going to the South End Market and every year I would barely break even. I felt like I was killing myself at night after work to make cards, and spending half my weekend in a parking lot in Boston, for what? To make just enough money to KEEP DOING THAT? It’s not like it was so much fun that making just enough to...
Holy shit you guys. Like, holy shit. I move between terrified and excited and then back to terrified and then PUMPED and then…I go to the office and feel like it’s a mean joke and then we go get some painting done or rip up carpet and I feel like I lead a secret life. I’m Bruce Wayne and Batman but soon it will go FULL BATMAN ALL UP IN HERE. Let’s begin. For as long as I wanted a store, I had a town in my fair state of Mass all picked out. I mean, OBVIOUSLY if there were storefronts on Boylston St, steps from the Prudential Center, or Tremont in the South End for like, five dollars, THAT would be more ideal...
