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THE 22-YEAR-OLD ME AT MY DESK, EYES TWINKLING WITH BOYISH ENTHUSIASM...
ME TODAY. YOU'RE RIGHT: APART FROM MY SHIRT, IT COULD BE THE VERY SAME PICTURE.

LET'S BOTH PRETEND WE GIVE AT LEAST THE TINIEST OF AMOEBA SHITS ABOUT WHAT MAKES ME TICK. many copywriters claim to love words. but i don't. i'll compel words to perform perverse and sordid acts with each other if i think that’ll do a great job for my clients. or for my own amusement. and i won't bother saying, "i love what i do." i'm willing to bet that pol pot loved what he did. but the idea that the potster found personal fulfilment through his work isn't terribly heart-warming.