Pointsincase.com is turning ten this month. That makes me feel old. However, just about everything makes me feel old now. Sometimes, after I hop a fence whilst evading the powers that be, the landing shoots pains through my knees. That never happened when I first started writing for this site more than six years ago. What can you do? Life is learning and loving and growing and decaying and eventually dying. But I, as I am wont to do, digress.
(I'm lying. I ain't ever been wont to do shit.)
I was one of the first ten columnists for this site. When I first started reading PIC, it had six columnists: PIC Owner/Founder/Editor/Slum Lord Court Sullivan (as a fucking deer—no joke), a funny Hebrew named Amir, a pissed off guy from Boston named Rebello, a chick named Courtney who went by her middle name (Nicole) so as not to confuse readers with William Courtney Sullivan (who goes by his middle name—you can't make this stuff up), a multi-ethnic liberal arts student turned stewardess named Simone (whose name I misspell so often and egregiously that I've given up even trying to remember how to spell it) and a Canadian whose name I cannot remember at all. After that, they added a dude named Beech (with whom I attended an East St. Louis strip club) and then me. At least I think that's how it went. Six and a half years was roughly 1,980 cocktails ago. I could easily have forgotten someone. I'm a hell of a lot older than ten.
In the six plus years I have written for this site, I have received numerous offers of sex, naked pictures of women, friendly emails, unfriendly emails, death threats, free drinks, a few friendships, a little money, and an autographed copy of Bill Simmons' first novel. I was also mistaken for Justin Rebello eleven times.
(Which reminds me, stop sending me emails about what you thought about "Ten Things I Don't Understand about Black People." I didn't fucking write it and I have no fucking comment. Fucks.)
When you've written for a website as long as I have, you come to see it as a hell of a lot more than some site that lets you run a story about your favorite blowjobs, you come to see it as a second home, a place where everybody knows your name (when they're not mistaking you for another writer), and a place where you can share your views, no matter how asinine or long-winded, with the people. Court only has one rule: be funny. And he'll sometimes bend that if you write your article in list form.
Court Sullivan is the man who made this site. I don't mean that he made this site possible. I literally mean that he made this site. If he had died at age ten in a tragic train crash, the world may have never read my five part exposé on strip clubs. And that's an immeasurable loss if ever there was one.
And so, in honor of the man behind the puns, and with the help of email, I plan on interviewing Court Sullivan tomorrow night. What will we learn about the humble Emory Graduate from Huntsville, Alabama? Not a whole hell of a lot, probably. But that's okay.
As long as we're funny.
Happy Birthday PIC.
Talk to you tomorrow, Court.
Oh and don't forget about the PIC liveblog tonight. I mean, I very well may stay sober for that.
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