I Know A Rocket Scientist

And he used to play Transformers on his Commodore 64.

Perhaps it’s just that I have a supernaturally high amount of intelligent friends, but when I see stuff like what my old childhood (And still dear) friend Francis Poulin has accomplished, wanting to be a novelist doesn’t really seem like that big a deal. I can’t even understand what the hell his accomplishments are and reading is supposed to be one of my professional skills. The only sheer flow I ever see oscillate is on my girlfriend’s stockings when she walks around, but I don’t think that’s quite the same thing. I think I might have taken a barotropically unstable jet once to Bali, but that’s only because the air conditioning was busted and there was some turbulence…

Would you believe I used to make fun of this guy and make him cry?

Jeeeeeeesus…

While I was busy being neurotic and angst ridden, he was quietly going about becoming a fuckin’ math genius. Some people just know how to utilize their time better, I guess…