Mann tamit namuma dara!

Pretending to be living large doesn’t bother me. In fact even if you’re evidently hungry, horny and lonely all at once and still claim to be yearn-free or worry-free, I swear down I wouldn’t judge you. But that’s because I am a cool guy. I know happiness is just a mental state and I also know that a fantasy world will require one to invent grandiose yarns and play them out like Hollywood scripts.

What I cannot stand is compulsive bullshitting. But if out of good manners I cannot tell you to shut the fuck up, I try to even the score. So today on the issue of “narrow escape” I told this dude that on September 11, at 8:46AM, I was at the World Trade Centre signing a business deal. I said I was on the exact floor of the North Tower that was the first to be hit by that tragic plane and all I got was a tiny scratch.

He knew shit was a load of bullshits, I could see the shock on his face but what the hell can he say - the Golden Rule says: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"