Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Delivery confirmed... And hey! I'm okay!

Big Rupert is history. Art History, I suppose.

At any rate, he's delivered. To a lawyer at 49th and Sicth (sic), representing my client in Thailand. In exchange for a wad of hundred dollar bills the likes of which make me want to tip busboys with fifties and order steak and eggs at brunch.

I know I spent a ton of valuable bandwidth bitching and moaning about letting Big Rupert go. Funny--now that he's gone, it doesn't feel so bad. There's a line from The Worm Ouroboros that goes something like: "the thought of the thing is more difficult than the thing itself."

This is true in many ways, on many levels. In my life, certainly.


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