I’m suicidal, you’re suicidal, everybody is fucking suicidal
It’s almost a year that I started that kinda blogging thing. And I realised that I did not write down so many although I have plenty to say. In funny way, day by day nothing has changed since last year but when I look back now everything is different.
- Jack: If they want to drink Merlot, we're drinking Merlot.
- Miles Raymond: No, if anyone orders Merlot, I'm leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
Behind every great man is a great wingman: Michael Jordan had Scottie Pippen, Han Solo had Chewbacca. But sadly you can’t just snap your fingers and find a new Chewbacca, so I have been with “king” as my wingman for the last few years. But no more.
I am in the market for a new wingman.
here is my “Application to be my brand new Wingman.” If you think you’re up to the job - and let’s face it, you’re probably not - please write down your motivation letter and mail it back to email@example.com.