My life, currently, is Purgatory. A state of limbo, neither Heaven nor Hell, where sometimes my best efforts and attempts to improve things end up with me...well, waiting for an outcome, a decision, or an improvement.
This sounds a bit too passive, and perhaps a bit too defeatist, but it is what it is.
This is no way to live.
One of the few affordable luxuries in my life - besides a few oils and some canvases - is the simple pleasure of a cheeseburger. And while sitting at the bar of a local restaurant, savoring my most recent cheeseburger, it dawned on me that it was time to be a bit more proactive. If I love writing, love bars, and love cheeseburgers so much, why not find a way to get paid to write about the various cheeseburgers served at local establishments!
Recently, I applied to do a column for an online newspaper/magazine, where I would discuss the cheeseburger....and where to find good ones in the Capital Region. I would also discuss the different choices we have for our cheeseburgers, what places had the best cheeseburgers, what kind of beer or wine goes well with any cheeseburger, and how I would avoid getting fat while engaging in this odyssey.
Should this attempt to get paid to write about cheeseburgers fail, I've decided that I should write the column as a blog.
This is that blog.
Welcome to Cheeseburgers in Purgatory.
About Me
- fpr
- In my heart, I am a song-and-dance man. At their core, my paintings are doo-wop and 3-chord rock and roll.
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