An Open Letter

I have been roped into a beautiful opportunity to share my voice with the world. Not my real sound-making voice – more like my thoughts through (hopefully) size 12 Time New Roman font. (It's Arial. - Ed)

But my words are meaningless without context of who I am and what I do. So allow me to begin with a brief explanation. 

I may belong to one of the few genders the human race has to offer, but my heart strings strum with the natural beauty that surrounds me. Food has, and always will be a comforting companion of mine. I am a jack-of-all-trades and an expert of none, but I am quite learn-ed in the ways of business, visual arts, how to operate useless gizmos and delivering awkward jokes. Like the one about women's rights in Saudi Arabia, that one's a knee-slapper!

I identify with the Arab community as well as with Virginian "culture". Although truth be told, I am generally considered a weirdo here and there and everywhere else in between and beyond. 

I have always loved science fiction as well as fact, but I do have the memory capacity of a Norwegian weeping willow. I also never add references to my writings, because I assume 9 out of 10 web surfers never actually Google any of the so-called facts I share. 

Which reminds me that I once read a great article about how the dog-to-kid ratio in Southern California is 7:1 and mutts are the number one reason for major droughts. 

Also, I really have no aim whatsoever to have a well-structured article prepared for y'all. But I do promise that any questions you have will be answered in a timely fashion and will be 100% factual.*

Best regards,
Shiraku

* By "factual" the author actually meant "Welcome to the Internet!".


I can't guarantee that Shiraku was sober when this was written. To read more about this writer, click HERE.

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