It’s been about 6 months since I tended my garden here, and: nothing. It’s not that I don’t care about you – I do – truly, but my commitments come first. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut, and then I’ll find ALL the time in the world to lounge around & drink Margaritas on the beach. Raul strumming out Jimmy Buffet on a 12-string at dusk, the fire roasting a fresh hog, and Rachel rubbing my shoulders as I inhale the salty beach breeze – all that (and more) when I abandon the fight.

But for now? Talk to you six months. Back to the grindstone.

Perfect example: why are YOU reading this? Is it because you have so much time on your hands, and not enough material to read? No. You’re here because I have something you want. Maybe its money, maybe its talent, maybe its time – but it’s something!

That’s kind of insulting, that you think I’m some easy mark, and all you have to do is request my consideration. I need foreplay. I need a little backrub, some nice jazz music, and a glass of wine to top it off. Give me a reason to entertain your position, because without that – you’ll get nothing from me. I just don’t have the luxury of time.

So with that, I bid you adieu, and I’ll chat you with next week, Elon.