ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE
A Medium Reader Tried To Fuck With Me
Well, they did fuck with me
I don’t usually write about Medium. I save my Medium bitching for other people’s comment sections.
You’re welcome.
But things have changed thanks to a fellow Medium member. Someone put a target on my back. Someone hiding in the shadows or in a bag of dicks. And I am going to end them.
Which means I’m going to write a whiny article and then forget about it because I have a life. Sort of.
There is a lot of grumbling about clap and runners. I’ve had a few — seen them clap three or four of my stories in two minutes and disappear like a man who promises to make breakfast in the morning.
Titflaps.
I’ve either blocked them or self-medicated on pancakes and moved on. But this one was different.
I was struck by the ultimate clap and runner. So fiercely prickish that they outdid any clap-and-run event I have ever witnessed.
In under thirty minutes, this piece of slug spunk clapped 106 of my stories.
106!
I hope they go to prison.
