It’s a trick

It's a trick

He’s far off, but we see him. Trudging down the beach, loose arm swinging, heavy feet like he doesn’t give a damn how he looks to anyone. And why should he.

Here he comes, a man confident because he’s too dumb to know better

The dumb ones, they might be the only real ones left. That’s why guys like me write about guys like him. I’m a thief with a pen, grabbing pieces off men like him and stitching them into something that looks like me. Fool enough people, pick your scraps carefully, and they’ll think you’re the real deal.

It’s a trick. Be smart about how dumb you seem, and they’ll call you a genius.

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