Lamar Griswold's definitions
A man who people think works hard because he wears a suit, though it's unrequired. A tight suit. Some think it's a child's medium as likes clothing that accentuates his hips and the manner in which they swish. Joseph is what the youth call "caked up". Joseph is often seen with a protein bottle, yet never in a gym.
He's known to generate graphs and pie charts that illicit approving nods from the unwilling participants of his presentations. Though they don't understand the significance of his statistics, if only to expedite the process, they nod anyway. However, their ignorance can be forgiven because Joseph's charts are made up and, in fact, signify nothing. Though Joseph is subconsciously aware that the dates, percentages, and other numbers he arbitrarily scribbles into his PowerPoints bear witness to nothing but deceit, he takes comfort in the nods and finds them validating. Joseph has forgotten where the lie began and reality ends. In that beautiful, foggy horizon where nothing is real and his job means something, these nods tell Joseph, "Great job, kid. Keep going."
Listen, we all have to find a way to cope. Some of us find peace in the bottom of a bottle of gin, where we forget about our broken lives. Some find it in the last drop of finely mixed filtered water and whey protein where we are shaken...yet also stirred, to find most of us just have small to average size penises. Heck, that's why they call them average. And, by God, average is OK with Joseph.
It has to be.
He's known to generate graphs and pie charts that illicit approving nods from the unwilling participants of his presentations. Though they don't understand the significance of his statistics, if only to expedite the process, they nod anyway. However, their ignorance can be forgiven because Joseph's charts are made up and, in fact, signify nothing. Though Joseph is subconsciously aware that the dates, percentages, and other numbers he arbitrarily scribbles into his PowerPoints bear witness to nothing but deceit, he takes comfort in the nods and finds them validating. Joseph has forgotten where the lie began and reality ends. In that beautiful, foggy horizon where nothing is real and his job means something, these nods tell Joseph, "Great job, kid. Keep going."
Listen, we all have to find a way to cope. Some of us find peace in the bottom of a bottle of gin, where we forget about our broken lives. Some find it in the last drop of finely mixed filtered water and whey protein where we are shaken...yet also stirred, to find most of us just have small to average size penises. Heck, that's why they call them average. And, by God, average is OK with Joseph.
It has to be.
by Lamar Griswold July 31, 2025
Get the Josephmug.