EVEN MORE CORPORATE LACKEY WOLVERINE!!!
My God, he was there again this morning. But he wasn’t alone. He had a bodyguard. A large black man who looked like he needed a crane or a team of small children to lift him from his chair. He was glorious with his shit-head mustache caressing his chubby cheeks down to his chin.
He might have been Blob, but it’s hard to say.
I feel worse for Tracksuit Blob than I do for Corporate Lackey Wolverine, he at least has a job of some sort I think. Tracksuit Blob just seems to Ed McMahon CLW’s startup company adventures.
I got out my camera to shoot the pair, but the landmass of a bodyguard was watching me. I began to fear for my life, and then CLW spoke again. Goddamn it he needs to stop doing that. It ruins everything. I can’t be intimidated by the mythos of Corporate Lackey Wolverine when I hear a little girl with a stuffy nose voice coming out of his big barrel chest.
I think I’m becoming obsessed with CLW. There’s only one option. I have to talk to him. I’ve got to meet CLW and find out his story, it’s the only way I can put this to bed. It’s beginning to distract me from the campaign.