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	dean doesn't believe in tears but when i brought home the story of how much the investment banker claimed our company was worth -- a number running with the wheels of zeros like a freight train loaded with new cars and boxes and boxes of japanese stereo equipment sucking papers and dust in a cloud rolling behind it. a number so big my tiny share threatened to swallow the economy of a small african nation. we sat down and cried because we've been here before because we have a drawer full of stock certificates from his companies, and my companies, and our companies, that didn't make it. we're gamblers up all night and clinging to the rail of the crap table of silicon valley and when you throw the dice they're all flying sixes and ones rolling through sevens and snake eyes and every low digit lucky number and the answer to the question of why we work so hard hangs just beyond our reach. beyond our power to know where and how hard we'll land this time.

dean doesn't believe in tears