My friend Ryan wrote this as the first comment to this blog. I think it deserves to be framed, but here it is as its own post.
I piled a million pesos up and purchased a straw hat. Six years later I used that straw hat to search for gold.
I found gold and it was American, by god it was American. I was a great man, at least in Taiwan. For the good of mankind, I stole an island and became a space pirate looting and pillaging the stars from my island, which had no air.
I never stole any air. I lived to loot and pillage spacetime for approximately eight minutes.
Does it make any more sense to you than it does to me? If so, post a comment. In any case, I think it’s a lovely story.
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