Post by Leonardo on Jan 5, 2014 20:50:48 GMT -6
“I'm telling you, Shepard. We just can't afford for you to continue doing this.”
“C'mon Chip. Just gimme a little more time, man. What's done in the dark WILL come to light.”
It was a typical day at The Chronicle. Situated behind the old courthouse, it was the number one center of public information to the dogs and cats of Bensonhurst. There were three columns—Crime, Conspiracy, and Economy. The three most popular topics in this area of Brooklyn. Admittedly, they were having a rough time lately. Their number of followers was beginning to steadily drop, and they needed more interesting content. Chip Caesar, the supervisor and head writer, turned to the weakest to put him on the line. Shep Diggs.
“I'm sorry, Shepard. But I'm afraid we have to be downsizing very soon...and you're column will be the first to go.”
“But it's simply not fair, Chip,” Shep argued. “I've dedicated my life to my column. Hell, I even paid to have t-shirts made. You can't alienate me like that creepy little kid in the basement who lives with his parents.”
“But you are that kid, Diggs. You stay couped up in here all day. You don't even get out anymore, friend.”
“That's because I'm scared for my job!” Shep knocked his things to the floor. “I spend all this time doing research and actually working for what I've got—because I don't write like an angel. Things don't just 'come to me' like friggin' Michelangelo—I hafta actually live this. So I eat when I gotta eat, shit when I gotta shit, and post when I gotta post”
Caesar shook his head. “Look, I love your column. I'm a fan, I promise you. But so far, it's been very critical of the Mancinis. I know I would be annoyed if someone were to be constantly picking on me--”
“OH Christ Chip what are you afraid of? You think they're gonna storm the courthouse and crucify me? You sound like my ex-wife man.”
“I'M simply saying....you should be careful. If you want your articles to be effective, you should broaden your research and stick more with the facts. I know your article is opinionated, and heavily, but please, please take my advise. You must gain more followers to your column.”
Shep sighed. “Yea. Yea fine whatever. Sure. I'll just do that. Why don't you uh..why don't you leave me to getting the 'facts' huh?”
Chip left, and Shep slumped back against the wall. If he didn't come up with something, he'd be ruined. And it would take a miracle to get anything concrete enough to save his job...
“C'mon Chip. Just gimme a little more time, man. What's done in the dark WILL come to light.”
It was a typical day at The Chronicle. Situated behind the old courthouse, it was the number one center of public information to the dogs and cats of Bensonhurst. There were three columns—Crime, Conspiracy, and Economy. The three most popular topics in this area of Brooklyn. Admittedly, they were having a rough time lately. Their number of followers was beginning to steadily drop, and they needed more interesting content. Chip Caesar, the supervisor and head writer, turned to the weakest to put him on the line. Shep Diggs.
“I'm sorry, Shepard. But I'm afraid we have to be downsizing very soon...and you're column will be the first to go.”
“But it's simply not fair, Chip,” Shep argued. “I've dedicated my life to my column. Hell, I even paid to have t-shirts made. You can't alienate me like that creepy little kid in the basement who lives with his parents.”
“But you are that kid, Diggs. You stay couped up in here all day. You don't even get out anymore, friend.”
“That's because I'm scared for my job!” Shep knocked his things to the floor. “I spend all this time doing research and actually working for what I've got—because I don't write like an angel. Things don't just 'come to me' like friggin' Michelangelo—I hafta actually live this. So I eat when I gotta eat, shit when I gotta shit, and post when I gotta post”
Caesar shook his head. “Look, I love your column. I'm a fan, I promise you. But so far, it's been very critical of the Mancinis. I know I would be annoyed if someone were to be constantly picking on me--”
“OH Christ Chip what are you afraid of? You think they're gonna storm the courthouse and crucify me? You sound like my ex-wife man.”
“I'M simply saying....you should be careful. If you want your articles to be effective, you should broaden your research and stick more with the facts. I know your article is opinionated, and heavily, but please, please take my advise. You must gain more followers to your column.”
Shep sighed. “Yea. Yea fine whatever. Sure. I'll just do that. Why don't you uh..why don't you leave me to getting the 'facts' huh?”
Chip left, and Shep slumped back against the wall. If he didn't come up with something, he'd be ruined. And it would take a miracle to get anything concrete enough to save his job...