It's September and I need a roommate. I couldn't live in the dorms anymore. I was fed up of being paired with idiots. I was done sharing my kitchen and my bathroom with an entire floor. When I signed the lease for my apartment, I did it with the guy...
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It's October and I met a guy while working for my insignificant web newspaper. His name is Keith and everything he writes is always super interesting. His articles are keeping the newspaper afloat in my opinion.
And Keith has an idea for a documentary. He's been pitching it to me. It's a simple enough idea, it's about how anything you hear, you always need to wonder who does it profit? There no truth but the one that someone needs to sell at that moment.
He has many stories covered by journals and then people that he could interview that would tell a very different one.
But it's not so much about doubting everything and more about making up your own mind and not just accepting whatever you hear.
He's liked my articles so far and the way I write and for some reason he thinks I'd be good at interviewing people. Sure, I'm a nosy queen with a loud mouth, but I don't know if that qualifies as interviewer.
I never really wanted to go in front of a camera, if I'm being honest, but I'm unhappy at my newspaper. I want something more and I'm scared I'll never get it.
