On that book that I hate.

So there's this book about being a professional cook in, like, a restaurant and all of that. It's a poorly written book, being not so much a narrative as a rant, and speaks of a wholesale appropriation of Hunter Thompson's persona*.

I read the book a lot. I hate it, but it reminds me that no matter how much I enjoy the fantasy, I do not want to be a cook. It's not for me. That's why I'm in grad school.

One would think that trying to make money playing music would be enough punishment, but I still want to be a chef. It's all pathological and shit.

The good news is that Boxcar Ladyfriend has told me that, if we're ever really, really rich, I'm allowed to lose a fuck-ton of money starting my own restaurant and running it into the ground. It's a job for which I'm clearly unqualified, but as an expensive hobby... I'd have a great time.

In real life, I'll just look forward to the next time I get to cook boxcar ladyfriend dinner. I like it that way.

I do want a cooking video game, though.


*Oddly, my first banker's name was Hunt Thompson, never "Hunter," I wonder if that was a coincidence or not. My current banker's name is Michele-with-one-l. What is it with my bankers and funny names?