If you're going to do this with your life you have to believe that you're necessary - and you are - everyone wants to drive their fancy cars and their big fucking houses they can't afford they need you - you're necessary.
The only reason any of this works is (you) have (your) hand on the scale in their favor. (You) take it away, everything gets really fucking fair, really fucking fast - and don't no one want that.
They want all of the things (you) have to give them and .... then they want to pretend they don't know where it came from.
“We are selling to willing buyers at the current fair market price”
https://youtu.be/wYlptbR0Dkw
I read that in his voice.
I give the scene to really junior people as the most realistic depiction of how to survive hammered in a late night high stakes meeting.
“You would never sell anything to any of those people ever again.”
Yes, it's primarily a novelty/art thing. But I do actually deliver the onions. Prices vary.
"Yes, it's primarily a novelty/art thing."
If you're going to do this with your life you have to believe that you're necessary - and you are - everyone wants to drive their fancy cars and their big fucking houses they can't afford they need you - you're necessary.
The only reason any of this works is (you) have (your) hand on the scale in their favor. (You) take it away, everything gets really fucking fair, really fucking fast - and don't no one want that.
They want all of the things (you) have to give them and .... then they want to pretend they don't know where it came from.
Priced to what the market can bear
Maybe it's a really big onion
maybe it tastes more oniony than most onions, these onions are the essential onions of which other onions are mere shadows.
It's the mischief caused by shadow onions lurking in dark corners of the market bins that make me cry.