The Rogue Rideshare Driver

 

The dictionary defines a rogue as … a dishonest, knavish person; a scoundrel, a playfully mischievous person; scamp:

 

I’m not sure I qualify as a rogue under those strict terms, although as a writer of fiction (See The Wiz of Iz link), my stock and trade is making stuff up.  In other words,  I’m a professional liar.  That’s not to say that everything that I write in these stories didn’t really happen.  Everything that I relate or describe did, in actuality, happen.  This is a fact.  It’s indisputable.  However, some of it happened, primarily, in my own mind.

 

But am I a scoundrel for this?  Perhaps, I scound around a bit with words and subtle suggestions?  But a hard cold scoundrel?  I don’t think so!  Not like the knaves that I used to work with inside the system.  If you want to know exactly what I’m implying here … well, you’ll just have to subscribe to this blog to find that out.  (Click Subscribe)

 

What makes me a rogue is my outlook, because, well, it’s different.  I tend see events from more ironic perspective than most, in part because I tend not to frequent conventional mental habitats - especially television and the Faceborg. Despite all the known risks, I still read books and long articles.  (See It’s a book)

 

Some of these don’t even have pictures.