Tuesday, April 1, 2008

the gem cutter

I knew a kid in fifth grade. Said that when he grew up, he wanted to be a gem cutter. That is actually true.

Perhaps it was a suggestion that was far ahead of its time. Gems; the "clear cut" path to wealth? (No pun intended... perhaps) But not all is glitz and glory.

You've got the... the optics... those big glasses things that are stuck to your face, and you're looking through them like all day... pretty soon it ruins your vision, and you're in your 50's; you retire, and you sit around smoking cigars all day. Leather chair. 19" TV.

Now I'm sad.

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