...Other times it's a twisted adventure. Even when it's somewhere in between, it's a deep enough kick to prevent me from taking up something more noble - like taxidermy. Actually, after two decades of climbing the corporate foot-stool that is local television, I can honestly say I'm as close to content as someone as melancholy as me can be. Trouble is, my children are starting to figure out what Daddy really does for a living. Just last week, my oldest daughter accompanied me to a homespun haunted house and popped off a few shots of Dad in action. I appreciate it, but after watching me shuck and jive my way through a rather feeble feature, she''ll never again buy that line about me being a stockbroker.
I just hope she'll break it easy to her sister...
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