congratulations! you’ve got just about all it takes. a choking combination of self worth and greed that fuel a blood pumper so cold and foul if it were up to us, and it is, (we are deciders) you’d be well on your way to the top, or bottom depending on your feet’s spacial relationship to that imaginary flatline in time and space. in case you weren’t paying attention - previously on ” how to get it, be it, and keep it” the line was drawn in the sand and you stepped over it, thus essentially making you facing up. the long slow ascent. of course you drew the line, and a ton of other stuff and things have happened but those things are only important in the sense that they brought you to the beach, stick in hand with one motive and one motive only. so now, here you are and along with you is we, making a slightly uncomfortable us. small beach. not a lot of room. and we (not you, though really maybe you too when i think about it) are now eagerly anticipating your next move. rat in a maze. what will he do next? what if there is cheese? what if we run electricity through the floor and shock him? will he run faster or just dance dance dance the night away? only one way to find out. stay tuned, get dialed in, adjust those ears, aim that satellite and lets get ready to get this show on the road. we’ll need man power, resources and cold hard cash and a bunch of gumption to boot. who’s with us? who’s gonna stick it out? who’s got the popcorn and soda? what would jared leto’s character in fight club do? he’d throw that beer and hunker down and settle in to watch the show that’s what he’d do! no questions asked. and the dood he threw the beer to wouldn’t even look. he’d just catch it. the “no look catch”, classic.
