He Hates His Trainers

No...actually, that's not true.  They say hate is not the opposite of love, so that can't be it.  I don't give a shit for my trainers.  Maybe I would if I knew what I was being trained for and when it started or when it ends, etc.  Maybe I would if I had ever agreed to be trained for anything.  Maybe I would if I wasn't being treated like a dog.  All that silly stuff.  I take it this new one's because of the new post on my other blog?  Yeah--I noticed that a long time ago.  Or that fact that I'm sitting on a nice comfortable piece of furniture, maybe.

I appreciate the interest, but respectfully decline, ok?  Pay me for this "training" I never expressed interest in or agreed to and we'll be done with it.  I'm the wrong guy for it.  You don't want me.  I'm a writer.  That's it.

And by the way, if you insist on continuing to run a play that doesn't work, that's fine with me: 

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