Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Yearly Reflection-

As the last day of 1991, I'd like to say it has been a wonderful year and I look forward to 1992. I predict it will be a triumphant year, with many new advances in technology, medicine and the arts. On a more personal note, as I smoke this cuban cigar in my 35th floor high-rise apartment, I step back and take a look at what life really means at the end of the year. A new beginning, a fresh start, a dividing line in all our lives that can lead to better or for worse. But being the head chairman of a major company employing thousands of people, I have come to realize I hate every last employee, every associate, the CEO's, the secretaries, the god forsaken and ignorant business partners. Their like leeches. Blood sucking ticks, that thrive off your very body and soul, sucking every last bit of life out of you, until you are no longer a man, but a ghost, a skeleton from the past. Sometimes I can hardly recognize my own withered face. Stan McAllister took his own life last New Years Eve, by breaking into the company presidents office and slitting his wrists. And to an extent, I am jealous of his courage. He got out. But my feeble self will and cowardice would never allow me to commit such an act. I am much less a man than he was. I just want to sell it all and get a beach house in Bermuda. Escape with my millions and never look back. Buy a small fishing boat and spend my days relaxing in the sun. If you could see me now, you would see the tears running down my face and dripping onto my $900 suit, sipping wine that costs more than your house, all alone on my genuine italian leather couch. It has been a wonderful year, and 1991, I bid you farewell. But now, I have some video cassete tapes to return.

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