Ode to Busy Guy     Hey! I'm a busy guy!     I've got a flight to catch in two hours yeah I'm flying to Vancouver, going to a convention on microchips I think or maybe it's silicon chips I don't really know I'm busy so I forget things. Haha, that's good! It really is more like silicone chips! I'm talking breast enhancement it's the latest Hollywood craze if by latest you mean forty years ago haha! Ah I love to laugh because I don't get much of a chance to do it when I'm doing business, because business is serious business, and I'm forced to suppress certain primal urges such as laughter, you know what I'm trying to say to you? But me and the boys have a drink after hours on occasion, undo our belts and hang up our bootstraps and drink ourselves under the table. Haha, I'm also an alcoholic! I drink because I'm busy, and I'm busy not because I drink but because I'm a busy man. Alcohol is not a vice so much as it is a way of life, haha! I read that on a t-shirt in Vegas once man what a town I'd love to retire in Vegas, that is if I'm not dead by the time I retire because death certainly would put a crimp in my busy retirement schedule I have lined up although in Vegas they say even the dead carry knives. I haven't owned a knife since ninth grade when my Swiss army knife was confiscated by my English teacher. Gotta hand it to the Swiss though, they know how to make a damn fine knife speaking of wives I've got two of them myself, one in the office and one at home, you understand? They're happy with the arrangement, they say it balances me out because as a busy man I'm often thrown out of balance by the ratrace it's a big old world out there, a jungle some call it, and a dog-eat-dog one at that. I haven't owned a dog since ninth grade when my Greater Mountain Swiss dog Punchy was confiscated by my polo coach. Yeah she was a dyke- what I can't call it like it is these days? I'm sorry, she was, and I'm doing this gesture with my fingers to signify sarcasm, "ho"-"mo"-"sex"-"ual." Good. Now that we see eye-to-eye let's get back to talking about my life which is interesting due to how busy I've managed to turn it. But I better make it quick because I have a plane to catch in twelve minutes I'm flying to Cairo on a business arrangement with a certain well-known company that I can't speak of but it rhymes with "radio", you get it? I'm winking because I like to. No actually I'm winking because I just told you something I shouldn't have and now national security may be on the line because being busy means I'm also important and being important these days means being in control yeah a handful of lives rest in my hands. Haha, how many you ask? I could tell you numbers and figures all night but we'd still be too schmoes at an airport bar in Atlanta drinking mint juleps while we wait for our respective layovers to pass holy cow is that the time I thought we were on Central time here well I have exactly one minute and twelve seconds until my flight touches off from the tarmac so I must place my Braves cap which I've just purchased in this fine airport on my dusty brow because I'm a working class average joe and be off to catch my flight to Denver to meet with the ambassador of Nabisco to discuss our stock portfolios so I will bid you farewell as I race from this well-lit airport bar aptly named The Sports Scene because as men we both like sports and run the half-mile to my gate until I arrive sweat-drenched and wheezing, the very image of a busy schedule, the modern man-on-the-go, a Willy Loman of our generation but not all depressing and dark, an American dreamer without boundaries and loving it. Do you smell that, stranger? That's the smell of a life lived to maximum potential, squeezed of every minute, whipped into shape and glowing with success and potential. Whew. END Back