Like, reaching 4999 posts. And then leave, just this close to Plat...
And you guys would remember me and think -
Do you remember that tall guy w/ the amazing red headed wife who used to hang in the back of the CH and be all grateful and batsh!t positive all the time?
And the others would go:
"
Yeah, but he didn't quite have the moobs to be the next Bapu, did he?"
Or
"He renounced Becan way too early to even hope walking into Beagle..."
Or even "He though CJ was ok, he got along great w/ John and even enjoyed a John T post here and there - what's up with that?!!!!"
Or: "
Oh yeah, the guy that bragged about Macs and Logic all the time... Good thing he's gone because I'd install X1 up his butt"
But this would mean I have to use those few last posts very carefully.
Nah, I think I'll make it to 5000. And maybe 1 more...
Nevertheless, since my own life parallels the one of my childhood Hero, frighteningly so, I've recently decided to go on a diet and back on training. No way I'm dying in the bathroom alone at 42, fat and gooey and all, especially not after I've found so many reasons to sing "Viva Las Vegas"...