Stoke from the Bo rapidly disappearing. An email from Sam George saying I can't call my new break V-Land coz there already is one. Dumbass - I paid that fried-out old hippy $50K to get the name transferred, like he doesn't know. He says "call it Vinod-Land or K-Point or something - people are gonna call it Martins Beach anyway". I say "I want V-Land. That's what I paid for, and people are gonna call it what I WANT them to call it" and he goes on and on. Finally put the phone down on the fucker.
Then Alana B tweets "that brown guy is hassling me again. gross!!!". What??? I just emailed her about another coaching sesh in the Maldives next week. Was cool last time. Cristal in the G6, the whole deal. So I might have said a couple of things. Stoke + Maldive Sunset + Dinner Choppered in From Four Seasons = Go For It, am I right?? Chicks.
And then that dozy fucker Zuckerberg. First he rips out our old office (coz of course his guys are "soooo creative" and need "space to interact", you know, like we built Sun with a bunch of frickin' knuckle-dragging Chico State dropouts), now he's getting Frank Frickin' Gehry to turn East Palo Alto into some Mission District/Cube-Farm hell-hole. How'd he figure that out? Google "what's, like, the most awesome expensive architect in the world??". New money. Ugh. So tacky.
You know what's cool? Starting a company that actually builds something, you know, like comes in a box, that's what's cool. Oh, and having a billion dollars back when you could buy a two-bed victorian in Noe Valley for $300K and people thought "millionaire" meant "rich". That's cool.
Gonna hit the Lane in my submarine. Get the stoke back.