So my inbox contained a legitimate solicitation for my writing skills.

Clearly, somebody needs to see a counselor.

But since this potentially-lucrative opportunity requires me to go ahead an exploit their utterly profound lack of judgement, I need to get hopping.  Because I am competing for space in a finite arena.  I need to knuckle up.  I need to head into this fight with a roundhouse and an arm bar.

I need to bribe someone.

Better yet, I think I’ll just make it good.