A Painfully Boring Post Containing Information That Will Only Be of Interest to My Closest Friends and Family.

Online chat rooms are rife with speculations about my decision to release Curtis as my manservant. I apologize for those of you who get your jollies from reading this blog. For today I have to waste a whole post to ‘setting the record straight.’

Sometime ago, I noted that Curtis had become rather smitten with a young lady. Based on my keen observations, it became obvious to me that he and she were interested in coupling for the long haul. After much deliberation, I decided that he should be set free so that he may pursue this relationship. Granted, it is a happiness I will never know for I am so wholly devoted to the craft of blogging that, I fear, it is my lot to lead an influential, powerful, high-income life, but one wholly devoid of the pleasures of interfacing with a single human being for the rest of my life (for confirmation of this, one only need count the number of times that Jenn has left comments in the last three weeks.)

This decision to set Curtis free not only cost me my manservant but the whole of the Kahn Estate. Yesterday, I completed a task, which made the building of Egyptian Pyramids look like nothing more than a bunch of dudes making 3-D triangles in the sand. I moved all my worldly possessions along a path which I have neatly diagramed with red dashes. The diagram isn’t 100% exactly accurate b/c I actually didn’t leap out the window and fly. I used the stairs, located inside the building . But you get a sense of the magnitude of my journey.

(Pictured: Justin's painting of what he calls, "The Pool Room." It is located in the corner room of his penthouse.)

I thought you should know all this, not only b/c of the ridiculous internet speculation, that seems to follow any of my decisions, but because I have begun work on a powerful story. It is not exactly an adaptation of the Odyssey but it tries to imagine, What would it be like if Ulysses lived in a Penthouse. I believe very strongly that life imitates art, and so I just wanted to give you a sense of where my inspiration is coming from. Had you not known the change in my living conditions, you might have been overwhelmed at my ability to come up with the idea of setting a Tragic Hero in a modern day penthouse.

I am not a magician (that is writer) who pulls rabbits(that is incredible ideas) from a hat (that is a hat.) I get them from my surroundings and now I have been perfectly honest about how my life feeds my art, while also providing an absolute end to much of the rumor mongering that has gone on.

Thank you closest friends and family for reading and I will see you on Monday, at what seems to be later and later time.