I have no real idea why I have done this. Maybe I’m trying to break into a new, illiterate wine drinking market. Staring into a camera, and then staring at yourself afterward must be the weirdest, most naval gazing activity possible. I prefer words. On a page. Behind which I can hide comfortably. You see, even here I can’t help but type.
If you like it, I’ll do more, because look, I’m not short on rants.
Also, it’s a tad long.
Only 999 more to equal Gary Vaynerchuck, so you better damn well like it.