This week’s theme- the business of life and death.
In 1996 (year of “you had me at hello”) I was a silly little ten year old with a purple boom box and an affinity for rap. Primarily Coolio’s ‘Gangsta Paradise’. Now, I have 17,000 days to live. That’s the approximation based on the hope that I live to be 80. If I want to retire at 65 (I might) then let’s give me 11,000 days to work with and accomplish stuff. Then I’m…
