What is The Red Team.
A Semi-Pretentious Intro. (Sorry)
I’ve racked my brain for the past week thinking about what the fuck I’m doing with myself, again. I still have no idea what I’m doing. And I have a tumblr AND a Wordpress blog that talks about the same thing... so here’s what I’ve come up with: This blog will henceforth be known as The Red Team: A place for my scribbles to be seen, cleaned, polished, destroyed etc. What survives will have make it into the definitive edition on Wordpress. I once was quite the drawer as well so who knows, there might be the wannabe edgy art piece to go with a post or two. If anyone find themselves reading this blog, and find themselves enjoying it; they can find a more-sophisticated version with less swearing and more integrity and intellectual value in the Wordpress link at the beginning of each entry to The Red Team.
“....Here’s me sat at my laptop naively thinking that this is something huge and that it will eventually be picked up. I shouldn’t be. I should be remembering the night I started this crusade for the truth within me. I was out-of-my-gourd drunk, and I mean two bottles of vokda, anihilation-level blotto. Earlier that night, I had just learnt of the death of an old friend and had to console another on what is one of the most tragic things a frightened mother-to-be can endure. All the while, I was losing a long, drawn-out battle to find the truth about certain events that lead to me to destroying a relationship of which I was not a part of. I remember being sick of the path that I have walked, and I took a laptop and did the foolish thing: I began to type. Something I have been too afraid for best part of four years.
That’s changed now. I’m changing teams, I’m going with my gut on this one, and I am determined to follow to wherever it goes...”