Foreward: A Buick Almost Killed Me!

I want to give a bit of a life update. It's long overdue: half a decade overdue, in fact. Gah, let's just have at it. 

Vasishta Srirama and I produced our first comedy show in Manhattan last Friday. Which segues into the fact that I now live in N.Y.C. Life here is busy. I'm writing, editing and performing. I'm making videos again. A startup is also in the works. Progress is glacial, but I am steadily moving forward. Which makes me happy. Actually, I shouldn't lie. Life has hit me hard. I mean this literally: last December I was struck by a car. 

It was one of the worst days of my life. Following the impact my body went airborne. As I ragdolled across Brooklyn, time slowed. Seconds became hours as my mind, shielding itself, went into deep reflection. Within my mind I wandered for millennia. There an imposing figure emerged. I approached her with caution. She was the physical manifestation of my regrets. Regrets that I can only now attempt to articulate.

An example regret: what would happen if I splat on that cold unforgiving cement, my body now lifeless, and no one had read my article on E.T. suing his employer for gross negligence? Or my Influencer's Guide to the Art of War? 

Do you see why these regrets were unbearable? Hence this website, this backlog of humor articles, and this post. I'll be writing more this year.

And I hope you enjoy my writings. But, in case you don't, share that feedback with me as well. In a constructive manner, preferably.

We'll talk again soon. Thanks for reading,

Rob

P.S. Outside of the phantom pain I get whenever I see a Buick, I came out of the car accident unscarred. I'm very lucky. Did I mention my dog was also a victim of the crash? Click here to read more about her travels following the accident.