Brian I bid you farewell. This is it my old spiteful, coffee addicted brain. We had a good run but its time to call this rollercoaster rainbow a day and move on. No more columns from Brian and me. This is the last one, kind of like a series finale.
Imagine if I had to star in a series finale of my own wild trips down “what if” lane. There would definitely be a surprising twist death. That means Brian would die a tragic death and fans would flock to twitter to rage about it #byebyebrian #shocked.
I would deliver a rousing speech in the face of overwhelming odds like every time I think I can change someone’s opinion by typing a well informed YouTube video comment. Or perhaps I will have a voice over of my sombre monologue while riding into the sunset on my fire breathing mechanical horse.
A supporting character will get a deal for a spin off series that will fail to secure a second season from low viewership rating because Netflix churns out blockbuster TV shows faster than you can binge watch any of them. This metaphor got a bit out of hand the point is for all of your time I have wasted and for every sentence that did not make sense I appreciate those who read them anyway and reading this very bad attempt at a farewell column right now. The bottom line is thank you and goodbye.
