And you must obey. Go Slow. Or go home. Back to North Dakota, or Michigan, or whatever cold, inhospitable place you’re from. Going slow is exactly what you were made for. Not to mention the fact that doing so provides the perfect protection against that pesky Inner Mad Gringo, the one that even now is urging you to tell your boss to, “take this job and shove it.” I mean, sure it would feel good. For about twenty seconds. Until the next Visa bill arrives. Of course, you could start a tee shirt company that dispenses advice to others about how to stop messing up your life in just this way. That would be even crazier, wouldn’t it?
The Tiki Commands