Today I sold the car that I began a quest for on one of my first posts on BAMF back in 1999. After the smashing it received in my accident last year, I resold the once pristine joy in my life for a paltry $500. A lot of big changes have been happening lately, it almost felt like I was selling the life I once had for $500, figuring that the cash would make for good food money in the coming weeks of my new life.
I sat in a board room today, filled with suit-clad VPs listening intently to my plan for safeguarding their new massive blog initiative from seperate simultaneous exposures to the digg effect. If you showed the future I’m in to the Sharkey of 1999, he’d be as clueless as Hiro when he meets Future Hiro. It’s like telling me that I teleport around in the future and stab motherfuckers with my kitana. Just all seems right but not at all what i thought.
/Wonder Years Monologue
I couldn’t be prouder or happier for you. That car was pretty much a trash heap. Now you need something shiny for your new life…like a delorian.
awesome