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.
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.
posted by Geoffrey at 7:27 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home