“Why are you so hell bent on *this* being your crusade? It’s embarrassing.”
“Says me. Causes need bandwagons and you’re alone.”
“It would be better if I were alone. I’m not. You’re here, telling me why my passions don’t matter.”
What’s this, you ask? Thank you so much for inquiring. It’s so nice when people show an interest, you know? This, my friend, is a writing exercise known as the “gargleblaster.” You’re given a prompt – in this case, “Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?” – and you’ve got to answer that sucker with micro-fiction, a poem, a fact, a super-short blog post, whatever. But here’s the kicker: you only get 42 words. Which, for a verbose son of a bitch such as myself, is a challenge. And, in the immortal words of Barney Stinson, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.