Standing in a hotel room with a limo driver and a Mexican actor listening to a rich guy with his robe wide open rant about how the FBI and CIA are trying to kill him because he’s come up with a solution to end poverty.
https://twitter.com/mnolangray/status/1387182161766141954
He gave me his laptop and told me to guard it with my life because it was the laptop that changed the world and it would be in the Smithsonian someday. I tossed it in the dumpster on the way out.
He never revealed what his plan to end poverty was. He just bought three yellow H2s, had the Mexican actor drive some kids whose mom had died of cancer around to look at Christmas lights, then got institutionalized.
Same guy also kept a captain on staff to pilot his yacht. Spent most of his time running various errands for him, not in a captain’s hat as often as I’d like. We had to address him as captain as well, like it was a fucking rank. Calling him Captain Greg took some polish off.
I still think about that nice old limo driver. He was a driver for the hotel and the dude hired him to be his personal driver. I was like oh no, run. But he was so excited. I’m sure it was a nice raise for the week or so until he cratered.
In general I would like to avoid seeing the genitals of my employers, but maybe that’s just me.
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