You're the richest guy I know. Yes, and I'd Give it all up, for just a little more.

I am worse at planning than Maginot. Passports, panic attacks, emergency rooms, benzodiazepines, moving into the big leagues, little crumbs falling through the cracks, gaining face, losing face, negotiating pay, customer centricity, premature balding, a grey chest hair, dinner with an ex or maybe we can work it out, kickoffs and product expos, new hoes and new clothes are all normalg knows. Demonstrating Euclidian and non-Euclidian squares on a balloon and then popping it, ruby on and off rails, SD-WAN security, higher dimensionality and expiring residency visas, javascript and chyroplastic flows, pythons and uncontacted tribes (Adolphe says to gun em down. why? because we can). Peripheral tremors and hyperventilation, we're going to give you a shot of this (holds up red tube) That's be $1000ntd please. What is your best offer? "I want one MILLION DOLLARS!!" uh, sir, that's not actually a lot of money anymore. Inflation and PPP and peepee's drawn on the whiteboard. Cutting back on liquor only cuts back on one of a dozen dozen other problems. I no longer day dream about skating, unless I walk past a spot. Any foreigner with a kickflip can get $15000 a day. Tiny strawberries are coming up, I pull the sheets back, it's 40 degrees and I feel like I'm dying, life's getting hard in here so I do some gardening, anything to take my mind away from where it's supposed to be. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcnIhzaDTd0

I like saying quark. Quark Quark Quark.

Dear Sir, I regret to inform you that your company's charcoal is the worst charcoal on the face of the earth. I ran out of red melty firestarters, so I tried to use paper to get it going, but it didn't work, and then I went out and bought $180 of zippo fluid because lighter fluid doesn't exist here, and that didn't work, so then I built a pyramid of your terrible charcoal over a pile of zippo soaked paper balls and a bag of lay's potato chips and I ZOOMED it and while it burned for a while, I still had to burn the larger part of an empty notebook to get the motherfucker to go at all. Later, I cooked a lot of meet on it. that wasn't tonight thought, but I still have left over meat.

Up Down Top Bottom Strange Charm. I am just a parrot repeating words I don't understand. Signposts and milestones and deliverables and critical paths and one day, someone is going to realize that I'm faking all of this and I don't actually understand anything.