2002.02.14: Birthday Card
I just got a birthday card from Dad. It's a little late, but that's not his fault. He sent it two weeks before my birthday, but you can never tell how long it will take for international mail to get to its destination.
At the bottom of the card, Dad gave me some stunningly bad advice:
I am agog. Does my father really want me to spend each day in a debauched mix of sex and gluttony? Should I never buy a luxury again? Does he really want me to quit school? The advice sounds nice, but I don't think that he has fully thought it through.Spend every dollar as your last dollar.
Spend every day as your last day.
Or maybe he is just warning me that someone has taken a contract out on me.
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