As I type, the good lady wife – whose name escapes me for the moment – is telling me about some 18 year old uber-genius she read about who has just sold his cyber-business for a trillion, gazillion dollars. I am 40 this year, and am uploading a picture of a toy dinosaur that blows bubbles. Ho-hum...
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I think your good lady wife has it wrong. The teenage multi-gazillionaire is in fact 17, not 18.
But is he happy? Eh? Is he really?
Bet he can't draw.
Yes. I suspect he'll soon be in a paroxysm of glee diving off a high board into a huge swimming pool of cash a la Scrooge McDuck.
He won't be able to draw, but he'll be able to set up a sweat shop of illustrators in South East Asia to do all his drawings for him...
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