a true story
( Okay. This story is only
funny because it's
sad, sad because it's
true. )
Some few years ago (you can figure out how many after you read the story) after quitting a stint at a small failing software
startup, I get a call from an old
college chum, lets call him "Nicholas".
So "Nicholas" says to me,
"Dude, how'd you like to help me n "Laurel" n "Knute" with starting up an internet bookstore..." and goes on to explain the scheme... They had at least eight guys lined up, I would have been
Employee Number Nine.
The following items run through my head in
no particular order. It takes all of 30 seconds:
1) "Nicholas" and his buddies were always
flakes in college.
2)
Seattle sucks ass, why would I ever want to move there?
3) "Nicholas" and his buddies know jack shit about
computers.
4) Some
banker-type guy "Nicholas" met in New York is in charge of the whole deal, he's probably a moron.
5) And Seattle pretty much sucks ass.
So you can pretty much figure out the rest of the story for yourselves. "Nicholas" retired and took his girlfriend on an 'open-ended' tour of
Europe, "Knute" retired and bought a posh retreat on
Bainbridge Island, "Laurel" still works there cause he only has 2
Ferraris, and we
all lived happily ever after, right?