It's Just Like Dennis Leary Said
Since she said it, I've been stuck on this statement. And the more I think about it, the more I realize she's right. I am apparently now the enemy of East Village women, tourists in New York, "Frat Boys", street hawkers, Duane Reade employees, Best Buy employees, Yankee fans, and most New Yorkers in general. Holy shit. I really am an asshole.
But what does that say about my readers, who keep coming back day after day? Do they like the fact that I'm an asshole? Because I swear to you, in person, I am not an asshole. And what does it say about my fellow bloggers (just a sampling), who I'm hanging out with this week? Do they expect me to act like a total tool? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not a tool. Because I hate tools. And I don't think I hate myself.
Maybe it's time for a kinder, gentler Chris. One who writes about how much he loves the tourists who swarm the sidewalk in front of his office. One who writes about how much fun the Murray Hill/Midtown East/Turtle Bay bar scene is. One who writes about the awesome new hipster fashion trends crossing the East River from Williamsburg. One who writes about how relaxing it is to ride the L train at 8:45 in the morning.
Ah, fuck it. If I've got nothing to bitch about, I've got nothing to write about. I found my voice on my blog: the voice of an asshole.