So here’s what I don’t care for: blowhards and/or braggarts.

There is something to be said for modesty. I admit, I have occasionally felt that my overwhelming insecurities about my own capabilities have been somewhat paralyzing. That said, I would rather be unsure of myself than be so boastful that every time I open my mouth, someone thinks I am blowing smoke up their ass. It is ludicrous and totally inappropriate to assume that your acquaintances want you to tell them how much money you make or how important you are at every chance meeting.

Also, if I was so awesomely fucking important, I sure as hell would not continue to live in the cracked-out core of this splendid city.