I don’t want to be rich,
but if I have to be rich in order to build a secret oak-paneled downtown library where my pals and I can eat chicken salad sandwiches, drink whiskey, and make poop jokes, then fine, I will get rich.
but if I have to be rich in order to build a secret oak-paneled downtown library where my pals and I can eat chicken salad sandwiches, drink whiskey, and make poop jokes, then fine, I will get rich.
This exact place is in Seattle, and it’s called Bernard’s.
This is why I keep trying.
think this pretty well sums up why...up and work my ass off every day.
and that’s real