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	the engineers I didn't hire I stop at whiskey & vodka kamikazes while you, apparently, embrace LSD, ecstasy, & the colors of a 12 beat jazz. you insist on telling me how it’d helped you finally resolve your relationship with your mother. you have a plan to bottle adrenaline mixed with pinenuts for world peace. you’re just hovering, bumblebee-like, killing time in your 20s here on the west coast. in 5 years you’ll be teaching Buddhism & anime cartoon techniques along the Ganges funded by the millions from your first startup. your references tell me you have maturity issues & require someone to train you to respond professionally to disappointment. at your last job, you created a computer virus & released it to show your employers how vulnerable they were. you insist I buy your source code you wrote in your bathrobe. I no longer need to look to Webster’s for the definition of hubris.

the engineers I didn't hire