I don’t have to be on that bus, I thought, sitting down at a cafe. I can drop the whole thing, slam cappuccinos till happy hour, then get smashed at a bar.
“You know, 80 per cent of success is not showing up,” he said. “For the bullshit, that is.”
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Bossman moved his massivity in the upholstered chair. As he was thinking, his fingers drummed on the desk in a loop of mogul impatience.
“He can’t play the song? That’s ass-cake.”
“Sometimes he mutters under his breath. Like he’s saying bobos.”
“You know—dudes in the suburbs who think they are punk…