Dead Line
So – Tony blew off yet another deadline. I’ve started to send him “quotes that my grandfather used to say” in what I suppose is a passive aggressive way of saying, “Dude, what the fuck man? Why do you suck so?”
“you can shit in your footprints, but that doesn’t cover your tracks…”
“waiting for a man who can’t read his own watch is like boiling rice in sand…”
Spent the last day arguing by email with him. Pages of it. Funny – sort of.
Tony: ¡El burro sabe mas que tu!
Angelo: solo un burro diria que.