My Shining Wad Of Hate
There used to be a time, long ago, when killing yourself for the company was worth it. I believed that you could eat shit and say it was porridge for a few years and come out of it with a huge number of neurons fried, but with enough filthy lucre in the bank that you could spend the rest of your life working it out in a hillside bunker. But that doesn’t happen anymore. Kill yourself...