who wants to be a millionaire?

this is how the story goes...

Once, when I was a young man, I had the chance to speak with the CEO of our company. He was a wise old man, and I took the opportunity to ask him how he became wealthy, figuring that his insights would help me in my life.

"Son," he said, as he leaned forward in his chair. "It was the height of the Great Depression. Stockbrokers were leaping from buildings, and I found myself on the streets of Chicago, flat broke, except for a nickel in my pocket. I took that nickel, bought an apple, and spent the entire day polishing that apple until it was as shiny as you please. I sold that apple for ten cents. The next day, I bought two apples, spent all days polishing them, and sold them at the end of the day. By the end of the week, I had accumulated $3.20 selling apples. Then, my wife's uncle died and left us two million dollars."

I learned a lot from that man.

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writer's block

just when you need to write 1500 words of magic, creativity deserts you. murphy! you bastard!

the clock chimes 12!

well, somewhere in the world, it does. wooohoooooooooooo to a new year!

open mouth... insert foot

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