With dreams of achieving programming glory, Marty is the lead programmer and graphic artist-like-person for Tales of People. The title "lead" was achieved simply by the fact that he is the only programmer and naturally inherits the title "lead programmer" - which he naturally accepts with grace and honor. Now back to the part about achieving pogramming glory. Marty strives to maintain an equal amount of pressure applied to achieve both the programming and the glory. By trade, Marty is a professional web developer who has worked on a variety of projects from application-based to mobile to web. He has also received many awards including a Computer Science degree and a certificate of completion for what was roughly about 6 weeks worth of a drug & alcohol abuse program took me 2 years to complete, no fucking lie. And although one of my awards was court ordered, they are roughly the same size and fit into matching frames.
I also have experience in winning awards in skateboarding, minor league baseball championships, and I once won "most creative hat" in 3rd grade. I like long drunken walks of shame? I added the question mark because who's really that ashamed? You just got laid, don't bullshit me through downtown. I enjoy writing but I'd be fucked if I could tell if I was any good at it. I once rolled a joint that was so large that it exploded before I could smoke it due to the enormous amount of pressure. Alright, well that never happened I did win most creative hat but it's a teaser for the story of People. I've quite honestly never successfully rolled a joint of any respectable form or value.
I feel like I could keep on writing but at some point you realize that you're drinking a beer in a room by yourself, writing a review about yourself, occasionally dimming the screen on your laptop to catch a reflection of yourself. It's a slippery slope and the only person you can blame is yourself - and the hundreds to thousands of other people that have cumulatively surrounded you and probably for the most part unsuccessfully shaped your experiences. Unsuccessful in the type of experiences they have created for you. Unfortunately, for you, what they have been very successful in creating a life full of unsuccessful experiences. And as that slippery slope creeps near, the next thing you know, you're on your ass and there's some water involved by now because that's how I assume everything got so slippery. And then you think about it and it seems a lot like a waterfall slide and that actually sounds pretty sweet but at some point you finally crest the rabidly dropping sometimes you miss spell a word and it just works out better that way. assuming you actually realized that I just mis-typed a word. arc that has become your horizon and suddenly the ground falls out from under you. Taking a figurative mental breath And as you laugh, just a bit, because you realize the ground is not the one falling, you come to find out that it's too late. Now, between the time you've recovered from that quick chuckle you just had with the ground, and the time you've fallen completely into the nothingness, you will have failed to noticed that after every man, woman, and child warned him, Christopher Columbus never fell off the edge of the Earth. Yet somehow you just manged to do it. And 'well fuck' is just the ending to that.