With your love of fast cars, loose women, and an unhealthy appetite for exercise, it’s a surprise we’re such good friends.
You rode the line between idiocy and balls-out aggressive confidence many a-time.
The day you left your job is legendary. Any sane man would have played along and taken some blame. But you? No. “Do you know who I am? I’m the thundercat, baby. I quit.” Who else would have had the guts to say that to an HR professional?
I admire that. They question your tactics on how and why you got to be #1, so you ditch them.
See you in two years.