This post was written by Big Jim on August 17, 2015, entitled “The Beginning of Good Things to Come.”

It was the first time Jim had shared the phrase “Pork Circus“ with me, which he later explained over an email exchange:

“…And the Pork Circus comes from an old joke an ex-friend with mental issues use to kid me about. He had 2 or 3 culinary art degrees and always said I should open up a restaurant, the name being “Big Jim’s Pork Circus, Home of the Flying Beef Trapezes”

I can’t recall why this never made it to the site. I suppose it didn’t fit the absurdist humor theme we’d settled on, but now that he’s gone, all I have to remember him by are the words he left behind. So here they are, warts and all…

Pork Circus: The beginning of good things to come.

I am a slacker of the highest order. I was a NEET before there was even a term for people like myself.

I wake up every day in anger and depression and still manage to see the beauty in the world; and more importantly, in humanity. My self-hate is tempered by the people I am lucky enough to meet. Without them, I would truly be a lost soul.

I am starting this blog because people all my life have told me to write. Persons who had no vested interest in whether I lived or died. People who could have walked away from me without a second thought.

I am going to rant, rave, and vent. I am going to hate and work myself into a fit. But I am also going to love what is human about all of us. All of our collective shortcomings.  Culture and history are baggage.  A giant rucksack of fuck we put on everyday when we leave the door. A burden so great, we don’t even know we bear it.

Thank you, Joe-Jim, for getting me started.