I almost gave up on YourHub the other day.

I mean, I feel like we're on a ship with no rudder. Headed for disaster. Going down fast while the band plays on. Searching for the existence to our meaning. Taking a dive off the deep end.

Dang it, they taught me in Writing 101 to avoid cliches.

Like the plague.

Don't chase bad money with good. Never let 'em see ya sweat. Give 'em something to write home about.

There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians.

That's OK, give me the ball and I'll run with it. Put me in coach, I'm ready to play. Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. That one's going yard!

If you're not part of the future then get out of the way (Thanks, Johnny M.). Plow it before it melts. It's a tough row to hoe.

Yup, I pretty much left the ol' girl to rust in the field. Put 'er out to pasture. Let sleeping dogs lay.

Headed down the road without that load (Thanks, Neil). Took off for greener pastures.

Didn't let the door kick me in the arse.

I almost gave up because I see no clear direction. I was going down the river without a paddle. I was counting my chicks before they hatched.

If this thing is going to succeed you have to forget about the rules.

All that counts is the scoreboard. Give me a level playing field. I run downhill.

And here it is my dear directors of YourHub (remember, it's MY newspaper!?!). One last thought before I say goodbye (remember even goodbyes aren't forever)

I've been hung out to dry from time to time. Left swingin' in the breeze. Misrepresented to those who might resent me.

Make yourself unique or kiss your arse goodbye. Doin' the news aint' gonna get it. For every fork in the road not taken, there is one with lost opportunities.

Neither will following the rules. Remember, the rules were formed by those playing a different game.

In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught ( Thanks, Bobby D.).

Oh crap, too many cliches. I'm barely keeping my head above water.

That's okay, I finally got it off my chest. I feel like we totally related. I can get behind that. I'm happier than a fat rat in a cotton gin.

Whatever.