Some of those reading this blog may be my potential customers. That’s understandable since I have been advertising my services all over the web.
That said, I feel it is important and take the time to ask my potential clients for some understanding;
Dear New/Potential Client(s),
This blog is not a representation of me or my work. It is solely a place for me to connect and stay in touch with family and friends. I am sorry if you feel it is unprofessional or if the content offends you. I cannot help that.
I can, however, assure you that my work speaks for itself. Also, I research ALL of my clients. Such is the case when I don’t always have the opportunity to meet them in person or they give me little to no information to go on when asking for a quote.
So, I humbly ask you to be understanding about what you read here and just remember:
I will not hold your online history against you, either.
Sincerely,
David
P.S. If you do have a question about my integrity or professionalism, please feel free to contact the following clients:
gottaresale.comprovoicemail.net
They will be happy to offer you a reference.
I cannot make excuses for being who I am or what I do. I can only do my best, everyday.
When we’re kids, life is about mistakes and learning. Somehow, as we have gotten older, forgiveness for these moments is forgotten and instead replaced with resentment and guilt. It’s as if we forgot it was ok to screw up, once in a while.
I’ve made mistakes because I am human and I am still learning about life…even at 38. If I decide to go out and drink because a dear friend is in town and I have a few too many…So what? It will be said that I have spoken out many times about drunkards and people who have given their lives to the bottle. I do not deny that. However, the difference in what I may do once in a blue moon (read: every 6 months) versus someone who wakes to the bottle is a very different thing.
I will continue to fall, stumble, and generally make an ass of myself. And guess what?
When I first left Florida and arrived up north, I found out my Mom had been reading my Journal (it wasn’t friends only then) so I wrote her a little something:
…My intent is sometimes over-powered by my actions, but believe me, I do NOT live my life to make you sad, distraught, or even worried.
…Though my life may not have gone in the direction you wanted for me, it is going in the direction I want it to.
…I know that isn’t because you’re telling me what to do or forcing your agenda on me. It is because you love me and you hate to see anyone suffer as you have in your past. Those wishes are heard, but like you and many others in life, I need to learn my lessons without judgment and with UNCONDITIONAL love, which you have delivered in spades.
…I am still coming to terms with A LOT of my past, but slowly, as you have seen, I am healing.
…I don’t know your view on my disease, but I hope during my stay with you and Dad, you saw the reality and severity of it, enough to understand how hard it is for me.
…I am back in our home state (NJ/Philly area) and in just 3 days I see a lot of you around here…. I see mountains from my window, I am 5 minutes from a Ski Lodge, I live in a HUGE basement bedroom, I am a little more than an hour outside of NY, and 15 minutes from Philly.
And with the onset of phrases such as “Metrosexual” (not to mention all the other gender neutral/bending terminology) sexual identity is all but lost. Fear keeps men from being men, and women from letting men be men.
Men fear retribution for even daring to be masculine or assertive, while women fear they will lose their rightful place alongside men in the workplace and social circles if they allow it.
…The resurgence of such ridiculous and banal entertainment as SpikeTV, FX, and Wrestling is the only sign of a rebellion…. It’s like men have been closeted for so long that they’re trying to break out of their shells with cheeseball chauvinist entertainment.
…And just look at the supposed ‘role-models’ women have to put up with…. She acts like it’s her job to be a dedicated fuck-doll and ignoramus…. She’s in a drug induced stupor stumbling her way through rock star’s pants.
…It all boils down to this: Even Gloria Steinem and Tori Amos wear make-up and dresses and that’s…ok.
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I cannot make excuses for being who I am or what I do. I can only do my best, everyday.