This morning I got a call at FBMG from Rabbit, my sales rep at STI, telling me to check my e-mail. In the prior post about quiting my corporate schlub job, Nightcrawler mentioned how there needed to be an Ayn Rand-esq statue of me with my broken chains. Well, thanks Rabbit.
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Reminds me of a certain Firefly episode.
“So this is what it feels like to lose your mind.”
Er, no “So this is what going mad feels like…”
What is the line?
We gotta go to the crappy town where I’m a hero!
Are you a man, or a parasite? Are you a man, or a slave?
C’mon. Hit me with a golf club. You know you wanna.