So, what is my story? I don't know. It's long and twisted and not quite finished yet.

We're walking with our eyes on everyone else, ignoring the screams that come from the people buried alive underneath our feet. Yet we say we're here for each other and say we care. And we hypocritically wonder why everyone is walking passed our own screams as though we don't do the same.

The unfinished business will always come after you. Whatever you fail to kill will hunt your children, or the next generation.

We have a lot of unfinished business. There's so much we still want to do.

Life. It works better if your already smart.

Substantial progress has been made on refining our business model, but there is still more work to be done,