Slept at the office, on the leather couch, after working eighteen hours. And feel awesome.
Living like I’m in my 20’s.
Friend from Seattle, Navin Mithel, told me a long time ago, that he never felt wealthier than when he was a waiter – with cash in his hands.
Why do we work to collect fixed assets and debt when the greatest joy is a backpack, a laptop, three changes of high quality clothes, an interesting business problem, good friends, and freedom? Nesting is for women.
The only security is whatever metal you can put in a safe deposit box anyway.
For me – aside from the laptop, clothes, backpack and cash – a Porsche that doesn’t attract attention, and a handgun for my pillow, and I’m pretty much satisfied.
oh… And women. Can’t forget god’s carrot for the mule.
Source date (UTC): 2015-03-09 03:31:00 UTC
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