It’s Taco Tuesday, So I’m Serving up Some Spicy Gumbo Because That’s the Best I Can Do
It’s Taco Tuesday, So I’m Serving up Some Spicy Gumbo Because That’s the Best I Can Do

This is the big push to meet my end-of-the month dream!

Photo by Miguel Andrade on Unsplash

Unlike the big shots who lie to you about earning thousands of dollars by following their writing secrets, or the little shots who write stories worth reading, I will offer only the sad, desperate call of the everyman.

“Please ma’am, will you buy me a taco?”

I don’t mean the whole dollar taco at Del Taco, I’m talking about ending September like a telethon, where you can help me reach my goal of making 30¢ a day on Medium.

See, I’m about 57¢ short for the month and it’s September 29.

Normally, I wouldn’t say anything, because heavens knows I’ve had plenty of months worse than that.

But a reader here and there keeps finding my best work somehow, and I’m reminded again by how perverted the algorithm is.

For example, here’s one of my best writing articles ever.

The Gods of Medium curated that baby last August and then uncurated it this year.

Seriously?

There are something like 47,000 articles being submitted to curation every day on this site, and somebody took the time to wade through my thousands of stories and say “fuck this guy, no tacos for him anymore.”

I mean, what’s the world coming to?

That is why I am bald-facedly panhandling on the internet.
['Lon Shapiro']
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