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My responsibilities, real life, everything I’d blocked fro back The et aith bed rest Impossible!
“No, no Doctor,” I began “I… I can’t be on bed rest I’ve got to work It’s not so I can miss There’s no way”
“I’m afraid you have no choice, Maddie”
GREY
Life never sees out in a fair way Sound like a load of shit co from someone like me doesn’t it? Silver spoons and such Well, here’s a little secret the rich don’t want you to know
We put our pants on the same way as everyone else
In other words, unless you’re born a king, we’ve all got the sa into this world It’s about taking the bullshit the universe throws at you, balling it up and hurling it right back with a er up in the process
In other words, it’s hard work getting to where I am
Funny how so few men have the stomach for it Most would rather believe it’s all a matter of luck
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard people tell me how lucky I am Bullshit Fuck luck Luck is the lazyit to get what he wants You make your own luck Of course, the sort of fortitude you need to make that happen co how it’s done from people who’ve been there before you
Role models A person to admire You know, a hero
I’ve only ever had one hero My grandfather, Malcolm Sinclair
Starting froe into one of the o Board of Trade Later, he parlayed that success when he shorted the British pound against the US dollar, earning hundreds of millions
A goddaend A real life tycoon Unbeatable, unbreakable
Now though, he was dying
The man battled cancer, heart disease and a handful of other illnesses, which should have finished hie claioddamn money in his, or my, bank account could do about it
Fucking bitter pill if there ever was one
When I was growing up, everyone always told me I was a lot like him Mostly it was meant as an insult, but I considered it the ultimate compliment In his presence I felt complete With his demise iain The truth was that I wouldn’t I’d accepted the fact not too long ago
There were no end to the list of hangers-on, of course, none of who to further the farandmother, may she rest in peace, none of us would be where we are today The rest of the line of freeloaders with their collective hands out Even so,for them, no matter how they behaved They were his children and I suppose they provided some measure of comfort to him
I never understood it
On the other hand, it was his money and he could do what he wanted It didn’t matter to me since I’d built my own fortune after a small stake from him Of course, I’d paid back ht laziness irked me
In any case, he’d called and asked me to come for a visit the next tih Unusual for hiain nonetheless Frankly, I wasn’t sure how ht be
When he was younger he owned a nuo to New York, Paris, Milan and everywhere in-between Over time, the travel and upkeep became more trouble than it orth, so one-by-one he sold them off and opted for a comparatively simple existence Nowadays, he lived a penthouse condo not o
So the first chance I had, I left the office early and headed over After I arrived at his residence, his nurse led me back to his bedrooainst the large oak double doors as I came around the corner
“Grandpa?”
He glanced in my direction and then motioned for st an ocean of pillows
“Ah!” he yelled as he slapped his leg in anger “I don’t knohy I watch the sons of bitches play…”
“Who’s that, Grandpa?”
“Bears Fucking Bears!” he groaned Just then he lifted the remote and with the hand steadiness of a man you’d expect in his ninth decade, aimed it at the television and muttered curses until the screen flickered off As it did, he tossed the remote aside
“Come here boy!” he said, as he opened his arms
I s that in spite of his failing health, his e as it had always been