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Originally posted by Penske_Account
Plan B dude, before the kids come. The clock is ticking. Loudly.
I'd gladly take a ride in the time machine and trade my pie for a gold med....uhm.....a bronze...uh...some neat Olympic pins.
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Quite contrarily, my friend, you will find yourself looking at that cute little kid and thinking two things:
1. Do I want this kid to know a father who's been a goddamned shoe-shiner for a pack of shysters?
2. Do I want to be around for the child?
3. Do I want my kid to think of me as another shakedown artist?
I want the kid to know a father with some balls, and one who took some risks.
You're going to die someday, Coltrane. And Penske's right. Every minute that goes by is a lost one...
You're only prolonging the inevitable. You know you'll quit. I can sense it in the way you write. You're not wired for the Office. You'd better go, before you get bitter.
