...in a recently unearthed journal I kept during my junior year of high school. Like so many scraps of writing from the past, this one is obnoxious and embarassing and ironic and amusing, all at once. Check me out on November 8, 1993:
"If I owned my own business, I'd locate in a skyscraper in the 'downtown' of a big city. My corporation's employees would wear $1,000 suits daily and cater to the demands of our clients, whatever those demands might be. The company would enter the NYSE with much acclaim, with controlling interest (51%) lying in my hands."
My English teacher had a simple comment on this entry: "Good luck." She was being kind.