Every single morning I wake up, clear the haze from my eyes, shuffle to the bathroom, and stare at my aging face in the mirror. I run my hands over my stubbly

Every single morning I wake up, clear the haze from my eyes, shuffle to the bathroom, and stare at my aging face in the mirror. I run my hands over my stubbly chin and gaze deeply into my own eyes, wondering. "Why can't I figure out some way of ripping off audiophiles?" "Some dude sold a marker used to color in the edge of CDs to audiophiles for like $20. A $0.50 marker for $20. C'mon man think of something." "Am I too moral, or just an idiot?" "They're so god damned gullible. Why can't I figure something out? They're all old and rich, it's not like I would be hurting anyone..." I then sigh and continue on with my day.