Justin Kahn is Most Certainly One of the Leading Bloggers in the Fourth Quadrant of Cleveland Heights--With Links to Prove It.

These last couple of days I have been devoting myself to nearly superhuman attempts at introspection. But I received word of a sighting--of me--that must be included in the public record for the sake of verifying my place in the literary world.

On Thursdy night I went for a walk under the starry sky (See Friday's inspirational post.)

Skip ahead to Saturday when I was getting coffee amongst the Hoi Poloi. Historian of Medieval Culture in Cleveland, Erin tells me that his g/f Beki believes she spotted me on Thursday Night.

You will note that Erin and Beki are both clearly real people with their own myspace pages. Though I have long been desperate to demonstrate the claim of this post, I remain too stupid to figure out how to set up a myspace page, let alone fabricate two.

You will further note, that while Erin is one of my closest friends, I have never actually spoken with his g/f. (Furthermore, I have only spoken with Erin, on two seperate occasions.)

Erin told me that Thursday Night, while they were driving past a lone stranger, stumbling about, Beki said she thought she saw that guy from the coffee shop.

Erin, due to his work in the historical sciences wanted to make absolutely sure he knew who was being discussed and so requested more detail.

(As this Thursday night conversation was occuring I was slipping every which way on ice and my angst.)

“Isn’t that the guy that writes on his computer,” said Beki.

Although I was the first person to come up with the idea, there are others that bring computers to the coffee shop. Though I am one of the few to bring an actual desktop, because those laptops are just so flimsy.

Beki clarified. “The Guy with the Blog.”

Do you see what happened there?

Someone recognized me on the street, as the guy with the blog.

“The Guy with the Blog," spake Beki.

I was sliding all over the street on angst and ice, suffering unexpressable psychic pain and yet my reputation as a blogger continued to grow.

"The Guy with the Blog," declared Beki.

Erin had his doubts, as he knew, that I am ordinarily in the hyperbaric chamber before the ungodly hour, nearly nine o'clock, during which they were driving.

"The Guy with the Blog," observed Beki. "And I think he's drunk."

As I say, Angst makes it so very difficult to get a solid footing.

I Who Am Awesome is going to take another walk. My pain is that which no human being has ever suffered before. But I am growing in fame and that does make things better.

In fact, the awareness of my growing fame strengthens me to the point of being able to openly defy anyone in the Fourth Quadrant of Cleveland Heights to demonstrate that they are receiving this kind of attention, because of their blog.

And while I know that most bloggers in the fourth quadrant could never even dream of accepting the challenge, I envy those same people their simple and pain free life.