Weaver's Laugh

I am an old man, and I have come to a realization: I am not long for this world. Some might find that heavy, but I find it liberating.

Most people spend their lives driving carefully, checking their mirrors, and worrying about the paint job. Not me. I’ve decided to put this old car in gear, press the accelerator to the floor, and go full speed toward the cliff.

I don’t have years to “build a brand” or learn the perfect way to click a button. I have stories, I have observations, and I have a voice that is finally done being polite. If I crash, I crash. But until then, the view is going to be spectacular.

Welcome to the passenger seat. Hold on.