So I keep sending invoices to E’Twaun Moore for my “personal brand development consulting” fees, and he keeps on not paying them. So I’m going to put him on blast, right here, right now. Full blast.
Mr. Moore, pay your damn invoices.
I don’t think $250,000 is even that much, all things considered. I spent weeks, literally weeks, coming up with a new personal slogan for him: “Who wants some more Moore?” That’s his new slogan, and it took a lot of hard work, and I deserve to get paid for my hard work.
It might have been a bit of a slip-up on my end to divulge the slogan before I had received my monies. E’Twaun doesn’t really have any incentive to pay up now that he has the fruits of my labor in his possession. I don’t know how business-savvy he is, but he could be printing T-Shirts or renting out billboards right now with my ingenious, creative slogan plastered all over them. I tried to call him to confirm that he wouldn’t do this to me but my number has been blocked or something.
If it turns out to be the case that E’Twaun is profiting off my creative genius, I will sue his ass into the ground. But I would rather not have to walk down that road. I just want my quarter-million and I’ll go back to my placid highlight-making ways.
One thing’s for sure, he’s not finding out about my new nickname for him: “Moore Buckets”.