So, you’re here. Either because I trust you implicitly or I lost a bet so badly that I’m currently sobbing in a bathtub.
This space is where I talk about what I make, maybe some info on how I make it, and— perhaps a bit of what I think and why I think it. It’s not exactly riveting, it is however honest.
I don’t share this stuff often, mostly because I’m a “private person” (re: doesn’t appreciate neighbors peeping on his nude interpretive dance routine. Still.).
Anyhow since you’re here, it means you’re someone I respect, trust, and care about. So no pressure. Feel free to judge harshly, but remember, you’re holding my fragile little soul in your hands like you’re JoJo the circus boy with his pretty new pet. I’m kidding and wear thick skin. If it turns out this isn’t your thing, than I wanna suggest alternative hobbies like geezer-tipping, Arctic metal detection, or something equally strange?
Honestly, those might be more exciting than whatever nonsense I’m about to compromise internet bandwidth for. Buckle up.
I am… Unfortunately, Brad Hardy. This is how I get down, and I’m glad you’re here.
