I'm tired ... I'm leaving ...

One not too sunny and not too cloudy morning, Grandpa Billy woke up in his three-room bed and decided that he was no longer at that age when every day he could fight the unscrupulous greedy greedy owners of all small companies that steal everything that was not nailed from him , with the shameless antimonopoly law and other trifles of life written exclusively against him and ...

“But basically, I'm a big man,” thought Billy, “I'm not just a man, I stand at once two! Yes, after my departure, you will need at least two people in my place! Oh, it should be written down. ”Billy took the pen, the pen did not write and he began to paint on the first piece of paper that came to hand. There was a sweet smile on Billy’s face, he remembered that when he painted the pen for the last time, he wrote some regular operating system. “Next year I will spend a billion more on charity. - Billy reflected with the same smile - And yet, what a fine fellow I am, not a bad person at all, no matter what they say. "Straightening the hair on his head and the smile on his face, he went to the People and began:" I am tired ... I'm leaving..."

Inspired by lenta.ru/articles/2008/01/08/gates