June 11: Kids Half My Age [public]
They think they run the place. Damn, I was rich and famous and had it made before you were born. I've been there, done that, and went to the giftshop for every damn thing you could possibly think of. I'm not nostalgic, but when us 'old' guys-- forty-five is old now, what the fuck is up with that-- when we tell you what we've been through, we're not lying to impress you. All that uphill both ways barefoot in the snow and hail and icestorms? That's not a lie. Actually, it might just be a fucking understatement.
I built this company on my back. Made millions, lost it all, made dozens more. And now I'm rich and successful and all you little faux-blond bombshells waltz in on a contract I deigned to give you and you expect everyone to fall down at your feet and simper. I don't care how fucking hot you are or how cool you think you are; I've seen it all before, and it doesn't impress me anymore. You may all be seventeen, nineteen, twenty-four and think you're the shit. But you're not; you're just another in a sea of faces that is passing me by. You're on the outside, looking in. Stars will fade, but black holes are forever.
And that is exactly what I am.
EDIT: And before someone asks, I love my fucking attitude problem.
I built this company on my back. Made millions, lost it all, made dozens more. And now I'm rich and successful and all you little faux-blond bombshells waltz in on a contract I deigned to give you and you expect everyone to fall down at your feet and simper. I don't care how fucking hot you are or how cool you think you are; I've seen it all before, and it doesn't impress me anymore. You may all be seventeen, nineteen, twenty-four and think you're the shit. But you're not; you're just another in a sea of faces that is passing me by. You're on the outside, looking in. Stars will fade, but black holes are forever.
And that is exactly what I am.
EDIT: And before someone asks, I love my fucking attitude problem.