Somewhere is a lonely, quiet empty office. The initials MJTK barely legible from the removed lettering on the door. I opened the door to see a desolate office with a single phone, some crumpled up post-it stickers, a half smoked joint, a half eaten Double Whopper with Cheese, 73 cents in spare change, an old Playboy magazine with the centerfold ripped out, a television playing reruns of Gilligan's Island from years gone past and a share printing press with fresh ink sitting in the middle of the floor being operated by Michael Tew, the Dilution Devil.
I stood there as a slow tear trickles down my face in what I was lead to "Believe," and extensive DD told me to do. My hopes and dreams shattered.
*fade out*
*fade in*
Somewhere in the Carribean, 2 lounge chairs, a festive table with two lit cigars, half full glasses of Gentlemen Jack, a brief case full of shareholders money and an 8K increasing the A/S to 12 BILLION shares. There is distant laughter coming from Burke and Tew...."That was too easy," I hear them saying.
*Sigh*
