For most of my life, I have been adamantly resistent to ass kissing, or using name and position to get what I want. I thought anything that was gained from methods other than the honest drudgery, was dirty. And I'm not fond of mingling with filth.

After much contemplation these past few years, I came upon the conclusion that ass kissing, repulsive as it may be, is a necessity. Don't get me wrong. I still believe people should work hard to achieve success. But let's face one basic fact from Physics: Donkey work gets the wheel moving but grease and old oil eases the friction.

A few hours ago, a good friend said to me: "Chris, you are one of the most honest people I know. You have no qualms about saying it like it is." Sincerity, you are both my wind and my downfall. I said to her: " Ass is like Guiness Stout. It's an acquired taste."

"Do you even like beer?"

"No, dear. But I'll take a shot of Sambuca, please."

The taste of ass is a state of mind. Beer on the other hand, is physically tangible. Thus, it is harder to fool the brain. That is my argument, and I'm sticking to my guns. Anything is worth trying at least once. And who knows? One day, I may even learn to hold down a bottle of cerveza.