Page 1: It's been long enough. Time to spill.
Witty line here.
I need at least something to get any plane off the ground. Call it a life dedicated to making the audience happy.
With all of this time, and more importantly all of this time to reflect on things we cannot have or places we cannot go, I found that it's time to go back and assess my stories. Coronavirus has allotted me that time.
Once a day I'll pop in a drop a nugget or story about my broadcasting journey. A lame diary journal? Sure.
Dear diary, today I wrote about starting to write in a diary.
Alright -- enough of the bullshit.
I'm turning 27 in April. I've been broadcasting since I've been 19 years old, and earning a paycheck (though embarrassingly small) since I was 21 years old. I feel like it's gotten to the point that I can listen to myself without painfully wincing. I feel like today, in my NYC apartment, and will a full-time broadcasting salary, that I can -- and will-- make this dream happen.
This is more for me to start documenting it for the 27-year-old me to look back at how I got here, and for 30-year-old Keith to check in from time to time. I would love to see where 35-year-old me ends up. Still such a long way to go. So many stories to learn. I'm trying to get them all down on paper.
If you're reading this and you know me, this is a look back at the days and years alone in the world. Maybe a look into what life was like for me in Dayton, Texas, or elsewhere. I never got the chance to sit back with a few beers and talk about the day at work with my friends like I did my first 18 years on Earth. A lot of lonely nights sipping solo bourbon with fomo like you wouldn't believe.
If you're reading this and you're in broadcasting or thinking about a career in broadcasting, let this be a lesson. This journey is not for the meek. I almost wouldn't wish this life on my own children. You will not make money. It's not "haha I don't have money." It's literally like holy fuck I have tens of thousands of dollars in college loans and my next gig is seasonal. Those game-by-game checks will be your best friend. Welcome to a life of chasing them.
If you're reading this and you're Keith. Yes, I'm talking to my tomorrow-self. (George likes his chicken spicy). I'm fighting for you. Every day. Keep chugging. You made it too far to quit now. Keep going to battle for the people you represent and those who are loyal and love you.
Alright. Here we go.