I've made lots of mistakes and a lot of apologies over the course of the last year. Some weren't my fault but most were. I'm sure there are some apologies due as well, I just don't remember who all of you are. And no, doing bad things for the right reasons doesn't make it right but it does get results-- sometimes. Sometimes the results were not what I had planned.
It's not a game I ever wanted to play. Some people go through their entire lives playing these kinds of games, I spent most of my life trying to avoid those kinds of people. I made some new friends, made enemies of some old friends and made friends with a couple of old enemies. As to where I stand on the net loss or gain I'm not sure. I know a lot of my liberal friends are questioning my liberalness and a lot of conservatives are eying me with suspicion.
As for City Council, most don't want to be seen with me even if they like me and others wish I were dead. I understand perfectly well why some might not want to be seen with me and will honor their wishes. I know Greensboro's "nice" people don't understand why I do things the way I do because if you did understand then you would have never pissed-off my neighbors and I in the first place. Then again, maybe you do understand and you just don't care. Either way, this apology isn't addressed to you.
This apology is to the people I've sometimes run over while trying to run over someone else. You know who you are and most likely would prefer I not drop your names. Sadly, it's some of your names I'll forget. But if you were my intended target you can bet I remember your name.
I'm reminded of my brother's pit bull. When he makes up his mind to run from Point A to Point B he goes the most direct route he knows and if there happens to be someone or something in his path that wasn't there the last time he took that path he just runs right through it. We've watched him run into people, children's toys, a wheelbarrow, a parked Ford... he'll hit anything once.
Tearing down has never really been my thing anyway. I don't mind taking things apart but not to destroy, I take things apart to create something new, better or at worst, different. I look at junk and see machines, art and adventure, not junk. I grow strawberries in Army surplus rocket launchers and design houses built from plastic bags. I built the world's first StreetPlane, remember?
I'm not giving up the fight. There are still those who plan on forcing us to pay for a downtown performing arts center and other things we don't need without giving us a say and I will continue to rail against them and make more mistakes in the process. But in the meantime I'm going on to building things, things that will be good for Greensboro like a privately owned Downtown Greensboro Aquarium and Wackemall.com, my newest book in which I promote all kinds of things about Greensboro while writing science fiction and comedy.
So to those of you to whom I own apologies, may this suffice until I can tell you in person. And to those of you I hurt in the future: I hope I don't have to do this again but you know how I am. Sorry.
It's not a game I ever wanted to play. Some people go through their entire lives playing these kinds of games, I spent most of my life trying to avoid those kinds of people. I made some new friends, made enemies of some old friends and made friends with a couple of old enemies. As to where I stand on the net loss or gain I'm not sure. I know a lot of my liberal friends are questioning my liberalness and a lot of conservatives are eying me with suspicion.
As for City Council, most don't want to be seen with me even if they like me and others wish I were dead. I understand perfectly well why some might not want to be seen with me and will honor their wishes. I know Greensboro's "nice" people don't understand why I do things the way I do because if you did understand then you would have never pissed-off my neighbors and I in the first place. Then again, maybe you do understand and you just don't care. Either way, this apology isn't addressed to you.
This apology is to the people I've sometimes run over while trying to run over someone else. You know who you are and most likely would prefer I not drop your names. Sadly, it's some of your names I'll forget. But if you were my intended target you can bet I remember your name.
I'm reminded of my brother's pit bull. When he makes up his mind to run from Point A to Point B he goes the most direct route he knows and if there happens to be someone or something in his path that wasn't there the last time he took that path he just runs right through it. We've watched him run into people, children's toys, a wheelbarrow, a parked Ford... he'll hit anything once.
Tearing down has never really been my thing anyway. I don't mind taking things apart but not to destroy, I take things apart to create something new, better or at worst, different. I look at junk and see machines, art and adventure, not junk. I grow strawberries in Army surplus rocket launchers and design houses built from plastic bags. I built the world's first StreetPlane, remember?
I'm not giving up the fight. There are still those who plan on forcing us to pay for a downtown performing arts center and other things we don't need without giving us a say and I will continue to rail against them and make more mistakes in the process. But in the meantime I'm going on to building things, things that will be good for Greensboro like a privately owned Downtown Greensboro Aquarium and Wackemall.com, my newest book in which I promote all kinds of things about Greensboro while writing science fiction and comedy.
So to those of you to whom I own apologies, may this suffice until I can tell you in person. And to those of you I hurt in the future: I hope I don't have to do this again but you know how I am. Sorry.
