Goodbye To You

Congratulations today to my dear friend Cardinal Fang on what will, we hope, be his last day of corporate slavery ever. If only his beloved soon-to-be-former employer knew how many screenplays, novels, short stories, blog entries, polemics, treatments, sitcom scripts, essays, rants, and emails had been composed on their time, typed on their computers, and printed on their printers . . .

On second thought, no. It's definitely better if they don't know.

Good luck, my boy.