For fucksake, what do I have to do?
I invest every scintilla of my spiritual energy in attending the Leonard Cohen concert, soaking it up, photographing it, reporting it, refining, sculpting, nuancing my post, seeking to wring the last vestige of emotion from it, doing my goddam best to put people in there with me, people who might not have had an opportunity to attend the defining artistic event of the decade.
And what happens?
Some fucker sends me an email wanting to know why I stopped posting.
Did you retire, Bock?
Did I retire?
Fuck off. You try to write 2100 words about a Leonard Cohen concert, with photos and video. Edit it. Tweak it. Refine it. Make sure it’s the best it can possibly be.
Then see if you can rattle off something shallow the next day to keep people happy.
See how easy it is.