Luke Storey

The summer before my senior year of college I landed an internship with a software company (if you use the term “landed” loosely – my aunt was close friends with the CEO of the company so he basically gave me a position because I was my aunts nephew – so I didn’t really land it as much as I just accepted what was given to me, but whatever). In this internship, I thought I was going to work on testing software and eventually get into quality control, cyber security, and all that other stuff that I would not want to spend the rest of my life doing, but I took the position because I wanted money and thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try it. But, instead, at this internship, I spent 4 months with absolutely nothing to do. I mean, quite literally, nothing. My supervisor was cool and did not have a single care in the world about if I was working or not. One time, he came over to my desk when I didn’t see him coming and I was playing chess on one of my monitors and watching The Office on my other monitor – and without skipping a beat, he just asked me, “whassup man you pretty good at chess?” I laughed and answered him (answer: no) and apologized for doing that during work hours and he said “man do whatever you want as long as you’re not bothering nobody else.” So, basically, moral of the story is that if your aunt knows an extremely rich CEO (*side note: the CEO was not my direct supervisor – I’m sure he would not have liked if he came over and saw what I was doing), you’ll get paid to spend your summer in an office from 9-5 with the lone responsibility of not bothering any of your coworkers.

Okay, that isn’t the real moral of the story, although it could be true. The real point of that story was for me to move on and say that one day when I went in to “work,” instead of watching The Office and playing chess, I decided to sit down and write about something I had been thinking about a lot. I really wanted to explain my thoughts, on paper, about why the 2018-19 San Antonio Spurs season was my favorite season as a Spurs fan, despite it being one of the least winningest of my lifetime. So, I sat down, opened my Dell laptop from the 1950’s that they gave me for “work,” and typed in a word document everything that I remembered from the offseason to the last game of their playoff run for the 2018-19 season. I tried to make it funny – I tried to make it personal – and I tried to entertain myself while I was writing it in a similar way to how I would be entertained if I was reading it… and 17 pages later (which is unheard of for me), I finished something that I was actually really proud of. I read it back to myself 2, 3, 15 times to kill time for the rest of the day and to make some touch-ups and changes but by the end of the day I had written a fat 17-page essay that I would have absolutely dreaded if it was for a school or work assignment. But, it wasn’t – this was for me, and I enjoyed it.

I share that story to give you a look at the day that I discovered my like for writing – not love yet – but like. That was about 5 months ago. Since then, I have been trying to write a lot. I write almost every day, but it’s hard to find motivation when you know that most of your effort is, in a sense, going to waste. I would just write anything in my notes on my phone, and then when I would finish, I would delete the whole thing, because I didn’t know what else to do with it. I really only still have two pieces that I have written since that day that I finished the Spurs essay. The first one – obviously – being the Spurs essay, and the second one being a stupid piece where I gave out Dundie awards (from The Office – I like that show way too much) to NBA players from last season. The first one, I would still like to share (it has since been edited and cut down to about 14 pages) – but the second one I would have liked to have shared when I wrote it about 3 or 4 months ago, when the NBA season was wrapping up. Now it’s probably a little outdated and time to move on from 2018-19.  

Anyway, I share all that pointless information just to say that I made this blog so that I can have a place for my writing to go when I finish it and am proud of it. That’s why I’m doing this. Read it if you want, that would be cool. If you don’t, eat shi- I’m joking – if you don’t want to read it, don’t read it. But – if you choose to – you should know that I’ll write a lot about basketball (as you can probably tell), probably a bit about golf too, maybe some about music, movies, and TV shows that I like, and maybe some about random stuff that I am literally the only person in the world who cares about. But anyway, if I write it, and don’t hate myself for it, this is where it will be. So, read it and then send me like $20 or something.

Much love to y’all,

Luke