Okay - so, one of the things that makes America and Americans great is that they are constantly looking for a new way to make a buck. Americans will exploit the weak for dollars. We will tweak inventions and sell them for twice the price. We will sell out our heritage in the name of the almighty buck. And, if that doesn't work, we'll find someone to sue.
So, one of my life goals has been to either invent something that will make my fortune so that I might be a monkey of leisure -- or sue someone to further my plot.
Unfortunately, I've not yet stumbled upon my fortune -- or I don't have the guts to really file a lawsuit.
And, this week, once again, my hopes and dreams were dashed.
The Phenom and I both have the "death disease." I laid in supplies from the pharmacy. The Phenom stubbornly refused any remedy. But, then the Phenom came home from a performance with a baggie containing four brown pills. Phenom tells me that a philosopher friend offered them. Phenom says they are "chinese voodoo pills."
I was kinda hoping they would turn the Phenom into a giant talking chicken. Imagine the fortune to be made with a giant talking chicken. But, damn! They just cured the death disease and no feathers at all. damn. Another opportunity for a life of leisure dashed.
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