It couldn’t last forever could it? I mean, the internets was going to have to die at some point, otherwise we wouldn’t grow. We’d just continue in the status quo. Last week Byron Crawford announced what is essentially the end of his website. He’s decided to leave blogging at ByronCrawford.com to people who couldn’t carry weed for Ron Mexico. I don’t mean the real Ron Mexico, I mean Michael Vick.
Except for Jimmy Valentine. That guy’s good. [ll].
Bol’s retirement from his own website kind of reminds me of Michael Jordan’s retirement after the Bulls beat Phoenix in the Finals. And then his dad got merc’ked. And then we found out that Jordan had a serious gambling problem. I’m not wishing any of these things on my internets buddy Bol, but I wonder why he would step away from the game he has mastered instead of just waiting until someone finds him dead on the toilet?
If that was good enough for the king of rock it should be just fine for the king of the internets.
But the real question is what will the rest of us do? This blog shit is awesome fun, but the pay is shittier than a truckstop watercloset. I’ve vacillated on quitting my blog several thousand times. The point is that I can’t maintain the pace that I would like and within that pace I can’t produce the editorial quality that I think y’all deserve. I would’a been done kill’d myself already except I have a horribly low tolerance to pain. But this blog is gonna have to die someday soon.
What’s left for the writers and the dreamers?
TWitter.
