The Thundercat

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.

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