Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 14, 2024
They finally found me. I received a Jury Summons. Was told to bring something to read. Finally, a place where I can confidently read Mein Kampf in public.
They finally found me. I received a Jury Summons. Was told to bring something to read. Finally, a place where I can confidently read Mein Kampf in public.
Empires collapse, fortunes evaporate, and stocks nosedive into hell—but a deep sleep, a clean shit, and a laugh that shakes your skeleton remain the closest thing humanity has to real wealth.