What an outrage! It's no wonder the economy is in shambles when those idiots in the Silicon Valley reject brilliant ideas like mine. But with no funding and no employees, there was nothing for it but to borrow my uncle's old Buick and hit the road. Okay, maybe borrow isn't quite the right word. But the uncle was off on a trip to Peru, and I had at least month before he'd notice it was gone. In any case, I had nothing in my future beyond the vast and empty roads.
On my way out of The Valley, I ran across a hitchhiker, and, on a whim, opened up the door. He said he went by Dean, hopped in the car, and didn't stop talking for the next four and a half hours. Only after telling me about all the girls in his life did he finally subside long enough for me to tell him about LSDuck, my great startup. He thought it was a fabulous idea. Of course he thought it was a great idea, it is a great idea. It's just those damn maniacs at A16Z that refuse to acknowledge my brilliance. In between hooting at the radio and banging on the dash, Dean mused about the business possibilities. Our minds reeled. We were going to go down to a buddy of his in Texas, who knew all about LSD, and go in as business partners. Dean would handle marketing -- he was a true angel, enrapturing me with his visions of LSDuck that somehow became my own -- and I would handle the distribution, acquiring the ducks as well as the LSD, and then send them by mail to our subscribers.
By this time we were somewhere outside of Vegas, and I was dog tired. I handed the keys to Dean and we sailed off down the road, at least 30 over the speed limit. I didn't care, and the desert faded into dreams as the asphalt disappeared underneath us. When I next awoke, the car was in a ditch, Dean was just getting into a truck he had flagged down, and I was alone with no company but a beat-up Buick and the hollow spaces of the empty American West.
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