var neuroChem = “fritzy at best, and I mean that in the best of ways, obviously, I mean I’m talking about myself here, defining it really. And then it’s got that god-speed down-turn, that go-soft-into-that-good-night bent, that calamity call yawp, yawp, yawp. Don’t, don’t make much sense.”;
var workEthic = “Keep with the keepin’ on ‘til the gettin’ is good and then get the good and go. Smile, ‘n roll with the punches that keep proppin’ themselves into the menu. Lone figures seen on weekend shifts with guilty faces are not to be trusted at any cost. Throw keys over the fence and assume job is lost. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Do not accept substitutes. Do not respect anyone who does not respect you. Do not beat around issues. Deliver your own bad news.”;
var writingStyle = “self-immolation confessional, except when it isn’t. Throw in pop-culture and vices and techno-jargon, bits of legitimately functional script, add in a profoundly self-pleasurable amount of auditory poetic elements to make up for not caring for them in younger years. Save something for the lean, the winter of inspiration, even if it is nothing but a script designed to write for you. Always remember, if built, they will come, and Iowa cornfields know this better than anyone, but anyone and anyone can live by those rules. If built, they will, they will come, no matter the nonsense, no matter the esoterics.”;
