The fantasy, I recently discovered, could not have been more inaccurate. A few subtle clues tipped me off. A journalist by trade, he bowed out of the Fourth Estate upon realizing he would probably never become a homeowner on a journalist's salary. An understandable decision, but not an idealistic one. Then he laughs abruptly.
Journalists are low-paid.
Clearly Mr. Feldman is not aware of the lavish lifestyles Metro journalists enjoy, and in his ignorance he decided to join the public relations industry. I did this because if you can't laugh, you go crazy. I did this for mental therapy. Well, voice mail for starters, followed by cubicles, pointless meetings and snitches who rat on indiscretions blurted at the company Christmas party. The ones who aren't drinking They're doing the thinking.