KozzGroove

The other day I was checking my savings account balance and noticed that I was charged twice for the same transaction at a hardware store. I call them up and they tell me I need to fax them my bank statement in order for them to fix the mistake. I go to the bank, request the statement and while the teller is scrolling down the paper with her pen, to highlight the error, she stops and notices a transaction made at a Condom World sex shop. I notice her giggle a bit and skips a few lines down hoping she didn’t give away her sarcasm. I’m already embarrassed that she saw my kinky purchase. She tells me “The transaction is not here.” Then I say “Well, you skipped a few lines, it’s right below the Condom World purchase…” She giggled again and said “I recommend you cross out that line before faxing this.” Moral of the story, pay cash for your sex goodies and print out your own statements online. True story.

         Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a passion for the arts. Whether it was drawing my favorite cartoons, making up my own comic book characters, acting in plays made specially for my family, writing poems and essays for the school newspaper, throwing myself from chairs and rolling downhill (I wanted to be a stuntman), singing in the Glee Club, composing music and finally playing in a band. There was always a place in my heart for something artistic. And I thought I would be famous one day. At least ONE day.

          Here I am, turning forty in a couple of months and I’ve been creating sketch and music videos on Youtube for the past year and quite frankly, I don’t see how someone could ever live off making Youtube videos. I’ve been trying to get “Likes” on my Facebook page, to which I have around thirty-three and seventeen subscribers on my Youtube page. What’s wrong? I know my videos may not feature cats, drunken women falling through glass tables and a “Chocolate Rain” tune; but I pretty much put a lot of time and effort in them. It’s also something I love doing and I would do it for free anytime. I don’t know how many times I’ve thought of quitting and I’ve questioned myself if it was worth it.

             So I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t need 1,000 likes on a video. If I got through to at least one person and that person enjoyed my content, I’m a happy man. I’ll probably make a few more here and there before I turn forty. It’s not like I have a deadline to beat and I’m sure no one wants to see a middle aged guy whoring himself for “Likes”. So if by any chance you come across one of my videos, whether it’s a stop motion video, a musical number or a sketch; give a thumbs up and share it with your friends. Unless I decide to quit them altogether and start writing blogs instead. “Like” me…if you want to.