t3chmonkey

I just got my best million dollar idea yet.
FAAAAHHHHKKK.

It's not necessarily what I want to be known for.
I just wrote a little play about the near future. It goes like this:

Adam is walking down the street, tripping over himself because he's messing with his phone and not paying attention.

Suddenly, he's caught by his forearm by randon stranger passing the other direction.

Random person: Oh my god, you're the guy who makes________?! I love my__________!

Me: Fantastic. Good to hear. Yeah, that was my idea and now it's my day job. Woo-ha. Responsibility. Weeee. Glad you like your___________.

There's so many other things that couldn't possibly make any money that I'd rather be doing.

Of all the things you can make, money is one of the least interesting.
Everyone's going to love this. This thing is fucking fool proof.
Shit. Shit. Shit.

The idea of being trapped into any job, even a good one, scares me.