The declaration of being the baddest man on the planet wasn't worth it. . . especially from . . . from someone named Ramsey. Why did I let you talk me into it Ramsey? I didn't know who you were even two weeks ago - but you come into my life. Take me out to lunches - tell me how cool you think I am. . . tell me how funny I am - gradually increase the asinine things we do from:
- Telling the drive-in window order taker - 'Can I get a "HELL YEAH" when they ask - "Is there anything else you would like?"
- Change my voicemail from: "I'm either on the phone or with a client" to "I'm either on a client or with a phone".
- Give myself Kool-Aid tattoos then go up to someone and tell them "I'm from the street - check out my ink to check my cred."
- Volunteer at an Old Folks Home and give talks focused on death and the dying process - while having a countdown clock running behind me.