Every one's your brother till the rent comes around.
Let me ask you to imagine something.
You are out at a very expensive restaurant with about a dozen of your bestest friends in the whole wide world.
You are all having the time of your lives.
The wine is flowing.
Let me ask you to imagine something.
You are out at a very expensive restaurant with about a dozen of your bestest friends in the whole wide world.
You are all having the time of your lives.
The wine is flowing.
The food is sumptuous and there is a seemingly limitless supply of whatever anyone wants.
You, as a dutiful host are spending your time tending more to your guests needs than your own, making sure your friends’ cups are never empty and they have a bountiful amount of whatever they need.
The one thing you have not noticed however is that very subtly, almost without you noticing, one by one your guests are having their fill of everything on offer and then wiping their mouths and leaving the table, and the restaurant.
Some of them never even say goodbye and none of them say thank you.
Things have broken in the restaurant and some have stolen the silverware.
At the end of the evening you find yourself alone in the restaurant and the waiter brings you the bill - as you are the only one left there. (Maybe you were not smart enough to run off like the other cowards of your acquaintance. Or maybe you had a bit more about you to do that...)
They have stiffed you for the bill too.
How would you feel?
This happened to me a while ago.
The 'restaurant' was a business I had started.
The 'meal' went on for 10 years.
The bill I ended up with on all our behalves was for 1.1 Million Pounds.
Big fucking OUCH, eh?
You, as a dutiful host are spending your time tending more to your guests needs than your own, making sure your friends’ cups are never empty and they have a bountiful amount of whatever they need.
The one thing you have not noticed however is that very subtly, almost without you noticing, one by one your guests are having their fill of everything on offer and then wiping their mouths and leaving the table, and the restaurant.
Some of them never even say goodbye and none of them say thank you.
Things have broken in the restaurant and some have stolen the silverware.
At the end of the evening you find yourself alone in the restaurant and the waiter brings you the bill - as you are the only one left there. (Maybe you were not smart enough to run off like the other cowards of your acquaintance. Or maybe you had a bit more about you to do that...)
They have stiffed you for the bill too.
How would you feel?
This happened to me a while ago.
The 'restaurant' was a business I had started.
The 'meal' went on for 10 years.
The bill I ended up with on all our behalves was for 1.1 Million Pounds.
Big fucking OUCH, eh?
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