You know how I feel right now? You knew there would be an analogy. The exact same way felt when Truman’s boat hit the wall of the sound stage and he climbed out. I yelled and cheered and cried. All at the same time.

I feel every sentence of this exquisitely written manifesto.

You know me. I don’t suffer fools. I respect the contrarian. You have given me some of the best advice I have ever received both as a writer and a friend. In the last few weeks, I have enjoyed writing more than I ever have. Not because of a paycheck or because of exposure. Because you put together a merry band of misfits that don’t coddle me and pet my head. They inspire me and challenge me and you have given us room to grow together. You are one fucking hell of a gardener, my dear.

This week I published an 8 minute piece. I would never have done that without your support that it was not only okay to do, but good. And that you for publishing it. It’s home was in your publication.

I’m still on board. You can’t get rid of me that easily.

But if I don’t see you…Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.