I don’ very much care for people. It’s nothing personal. I don’t specifically dislike anyone. I just have an inherent distrust for people of all ages, creeds, heights, weights, and hat sizes. You could be the virtuous bastard lovechild of Gandhi, St. Peter, and Mother Teresa, and I still wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you. I’ve got very little upper-body strength, so that wouldn’t be very far.
That just about sums it up. Nothing more to see here. The movie’s over; everyone can go home. Get the hell out of my movie theater.
Well — you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Go home to your wives, girlfriends, concubines, or other assorted companions. If you don’t have anyone to go home to, try hitting on the girl running concessions; she’s game for just about anything. Offer her some fresh popcorn for once and she’ll go loopy for you,
My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos — ruined dreams — this wasted land. But most of all, I remember The Road Warrior. The man we called “Mario.” To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time… when the world was powered by the black fuel — and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now –swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war, and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all.
I don’t think I’m cut out for big business. The constant human interaction frightens and confuses me. I can’t even get the business expressions right: A bird in the hand is probably dead, but not worth quite as much as a bush or two. Err — A closed mouth gathers no foot, but makes it very hard to eat a sandwich. The early bird gets the worm, and dysentery, probably. This is why I quit business school; I failed my business expressions class, and never recovered.
Even though I flunked spectacularly and dropped out of business school, I still managed to get a job in a rather large office building. It didn’t last long, because I kept stealing printers, and swiping boxes of plastic utensils from the break room, but it was worth it.