Category Archives: Greg’s Billion Dollar Blog

Jam, Old Man, Jam.

What does an apology cost you? Nothing. What does pride taste like when you swallow? Nothing. In fact, there’s no aftertaste. Wheatgrass has a horrible aftertaste. And wheatgrass is supposed to be good for you. We have all these rituals … finish reading Jam, Old Man, Jam.

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A Toast To Intentions

Thinking about re-naming my blog Mea Culpa. I treat apologizing like going to the gym, if I put in reps, the effort will bear fruit. Truth be told, rather than egg on my face, I’d prefer washboard abs. But my … finish reading A Toast To Intentions

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Everything Changes On New Years Day

Puked so hard, my hemorrhoids came back. Woke up with a beautiful woman crashed out in the living room on my couch. I think her name was Meeka. But I’m not sure. I texted 3-managers I work with at 5AM … finish reading Everything Changes On New Years Day

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Born On The 24th Of December

The gift of being born on Christmas Eve is you learn, early on, it’s not about you. The lights. The festivities. The gifts. They’re not about you. As a child, it’s tough to take. As a grown up, it’s reassuring. … finish reading Born On The 24th Of December

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Let It Ride In Vegas, Baby!

I wanna sleep-in hungover and pay for room service with Food Stamps. I wanna flush magical paranoia powder down the toilet after mainlining fear. I wanna leverage my lack of self-awareness on the roulette table, Red 19. Spent the weekend … finish reading Let It Ride In Vegas, Baby!

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