(10-01-2024, 08:40 PM)NYC4jags Wrote:

(10-01-2024, 07:52 PM)carp8dm Wrote: Tony Khan finds these stupid analyitics in his father's office.  Tony then feels a strange tingling and steals these analytics and runs into the master suite of his father's 3rd biggest yacht.

Tony then get's under the sheets and turns on his flashlight to pour over these analytics.  As he looks them over, he reaches for the lotion.

<<<<<<RIIIIINNNG>>>>>>

Oh not!  It's Shad.

"Tony, where are those analytics in my office???"

"What are you talking about dad?"  Tony stutters as he pulls up his pants.

"Son, those analystics are bull [BLEEP].  Stop it.  You need help", Shad says patiently.  "I'm going to come and get those analytics and burn them, you need to then get some help."

Tony, with tears in his eyes and rage in his voice can not hold back his frustration any longer - "You don't understand!!!  We need eachother, Dad!!!".

Silence comes over the line, Tony can hear footsteps coming from the deck of the yacht...  His greasy hand still holding his I-Phone 99 (a phone working class folks won't get until 2091) finally registers the breathing, heart-rate, mood levels of his father.  But all Tony hears is the soft silence of the buzz of a normal phone.  And footsteps.

Shad knocks slowly before entering the room.  

"Tony, give me the analytics"  

Tears well in both their eyes.

The son hangs his head down.  He turns off his phone.  He hands over the analytics.  

"Dad, I'm...."

"It's OK.  Just learn from this".

Somewhere in Duval County a kid looks at his dad.  That dad looks at his kid.  There's a moment between both of them where they feel the calmness of what billionaires do and what we all do.  And it was clean.

Tony Kahn OWNS his own analytics firm, Einstein