|From SPEEDCAT HOLLYDALE PAGE|
They all scoffed at my ideas, and even claimed they were implausible. That simply grew my misguided efforts. I lie in bed every night contemplating a million scenarios and sequences searching for that elusive epiphany ... the grand Tee Tahn if you will. Just as life surprises you, so did my bowl of raisin bran. I counted the ratio of flake vs raisin
and found the equation right there before my eyes floating in aged 2% milk.
I hopped out of bed and pounded out the new theory with expeditious fingers and pencil. The pencil had no eraser, so any mistakes were striked, or struck, err - stricken from the record maybe? ( grammar is not my strongest tweed suit )
3.7 hours in and there it was. My formula was sceaming out riches, fame, and Nobel Prize. I did want a Nobel, even if they gave them out to insider baffoons and con men, because a Nobel would look great on my mantle.
Next, as you might expect, was the real and true test of conceptual realization. My efforts were diverted to engineering what mathematical thoughts were documented on tree pulp pressed very thin. I like college rule, but buy wide margin at the dollar store. Why? ... because it is a dollar.
All was moving along well, as test after test proved positive, but my project was cut short of completion. I invested all of my time and money into a coconut ranch in Hibbing. That's how shit happens here in Hollydale.