Part 1 – Who am I? But not totally.
Chapter 3: Quid Pro Quo
So where was I then? Aw right. I am a girl. No, a boy. No, a man. Yes. I must be a man now for the true events that haven’t taken place yet are of a very important nature and requiring of a great deal of seriousness and a boatload of cash. That’s where you come in. The oodles of bills and coins flowing from your virtual pockets 100 years after this story was written. Not because you have paid £15.30 for a paperback novel by an unknown ‘writer’ who has to find creative ways to stay focused, because you are reading this story for free on your computer or handheld device right now. At least I hope you are still with me.
Hello? Anyone there?
The vaults of currency for this project will simply appear (at least that is how my tale will end), constantly through the airwaves over the years because you have read or heard of this story and feel it’s something you believe in as well. I fancy £2 from every reader would help us achieve the purest, most sustainable version of the model we are seeking for our venture. Of course your response will determine whether this is a straight forward novel, or a choose your own adventure story where the alternative here is that it all goes to pot, and I am seen as an even more crazed lunatic than is thought any other regular day.
I am not looking to get rich. Um. Yes, absolutely not. I simply want to make an honest wage doing something I believe in. This is from the man being straight-faced now. No quips. No sexy English accents. (clearing throat and getting all serious) Plain old boy.
Okay. Accents on.
We all want something out of life but we should not expect it. I do fancy a million pounds but of course one needs to play the lotto to win I guess. I would love a new vehicle. Just a mini-van will do although I miss dreaming of Mustangs and Fiero’s. Stick shifts and fitting 24 bottles of beer where you might find an engine in any other car, are certainly more sexier than seats that magically fold into the floor or VHS players that keep the kiddies quiet for 5 minutes at a time. Yes, VHS players. Who knew. It is even easily removable because at some point in time one needed to worry about a VHS machine being stolen from your family car disguised in red, with a spoiler and fancy rims.
All jokes aside, we must do the things we do because we love it. Because it’s right. Because it feels good. If there is reward great, but that cannot be the end goal, the purpose, or the expectation. We all want something and that is okay.
Indeed I will get a great deal in return should this dream be realized because I will be doing something I can be passionate about every day. In the end however, the expectation is that the effect this vision will have will be far-reaching in our communities and my return will be but a small blip of the grand effect felt by others.
The value of this ‘thing’ is in your belief of this vision. Plain and simple.
So there is no Quid pro quo here. No expectation of payment for reading this story – either from me or you. I don’t demand you virtually toss me a pound or two simply because. I do expect that this story and these thoughts will be for some and not others. There is hope of course. Hope that the former outways the latter.
Come on then. Let’s talk about where I have been and what brought me to where we are here and now, for we must first understand where we have been, before truly knowing where we must go.
These events actually did happen already. Honest they did.