I've met about a dozen people over these last 2 days...all of whom have entered my life because of the same thing.
What thing, you ask?
These two little words on the cover of my notebook: kill me.
People assume that these words have nothing to do with suicide, but never expect - and are humored to learn - that these words were written to Jvo during the last conference we attended together.
That conference was so boring we preferred death to further diatribe.
We opted for starbucks instead...and I'm still reaping the benefits.