You were here with me, in this very place. You were there with me when I wept alone. You were there when I asked for the tools and resources to fight back... to win forever.
At the time, it seemed such a ridiculous notion, glorious dreams of getting to the top, inspired by pain from the bottom.
And yet.
It was that pain that made me take the leap two years ago.
In all things, I seek to make you proud. Robert Greene strategically cites your wisdom in many of his chapters. The 48 Laws supercharged my will to power. I know you see your son making these massive money-making moves. My actions will establish a new realm of human potential. Thank you for making philosophy dangerous. Thank you for chewing through the bitter morsels of life. Thank you for teaching me what my own biological father could not: What to do after realizing that both love and God have died.
Will and Power Forever,
Your First Born Son
PS. By the way, while I appreciate your ilk of music, I think you should give drill music it a shot.
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