Walking amongst these most-disgusted "Vegans". Their world, sinful hatred. Staring at themselves, inward reflections of a sputter, plopping down that last hundred for an all-you-can-eat, family-friendly buffet. Forgotten, now to eat, placing away some mindless stagflation. Lost las ovejas, Quite the town.
Attending DEF-CON, watching my buddy Nathan get knick-named on stage on the first day of the conference ("Wanna-be" / "Nipples"), it struck me that I was truly average amongst this see of "tourists." Playing dumb, letting "THIS FACE" [hand suave mockery, but lovingly hilarious] just absorbing chatterbox egos, larger than salt, telling this six foot blonde kid with slight Texan drawlin's... although there was one talk with an obvious-genius, ranting intricately over his 200-layer Photoshop disection of etching microns off of black boxes. Probably quintessential hacker brilliance, I'll never know; I'd see him days later walking through the casino, eyes alit with frantic glory. But for that brief shared-moment (in a room wayyyyyy to large, why didn't he swap with Track 4's awesome talks of that day!!??!), 5/6ths of the room was snoozing, I had long-putten-down my pen, and just absorbed somebody else's [how would I know] distractions.
This year's (X DEFCON 20 X) videos have not been found [or posted?], but I had a chance to talk with her and a small group of her conmates, above this boisterous city, atop the penthouse suite of the convention hotel. Truly a model female example for all the other little whores running around Las Vegas. Can I just an Asian version of you, please?!?!?!?!?
Had just finished installing a light, topped off a patient's supply, and deciding it was time for Stanford Pool at a shitty dive bar. Drinking Racer Five, not giving a shit about anything, dancing around thoughts of separations and ragefucks and anything else but work. Excited to be "selling out," even if only partially. Chewing ibuprofen like my father did to kill the pain and move on with life. Suddenly catching this drunk, falling off his bicycle, unbeknownst to me having just become a multi-millionaire.
The advice I offer to this scared copy of myself ("take a cab, and be prepared for everybody around you to start asking for help, all the time") -- he admits he cannot even begin to understand, now. Having just sold his company for some billion dollars, to Google, we converse over a casual game of pool and the lesser topics of life.
Great Monday evening in my rental car.
Fourth contemption since I was born, the mid-eighties, and only an eighth for the brother that used to work for him, in D.C.nothing to do with money... I'm sure it's helping.
Source: Reuters / Nicholson, 2012. This has definitely got to be working, nothing ado with money...
