Except I will have a hookah bar, just as I will be a rock star.
I will be an astronaut, just as I will be a porn star, just as I will take the bronze medal in female gymnastics.
I never said I'd use crates as seats, a box can be of any shape, including a rectangular prism.
Your plywood boxes will never meet OSHA and safety requirements if you refuse to read and follow a simple blueprint.
Surely a highly intelligent captain of industry such as yourself can read a simple blueprint.
Even I can.
I haven't got ahold of the agent yet.
So you have no idea what the rent is on the property, what its zoning is, what the ventilation is like, what the power consumption is, or even what is already in place?
My plan is infallible, that's what I know, believe it or not.
Who are you, Magneto?
"Quake in fear, Captain Bitcoin, for I, Dank, have you captured! My plan is infallible. That's what I know, believe it or not!" - Dank the Destroyer, Issue #1
Christ, Dank, you don't even HAVE a plan.
You have some wishes, some half-cocked ideas, and a half-assed bunch of guestimations. You refuse to take advice, you refuse to listen, and you just keep cramming your fingers deeper into your ears and yelling "NAH NAH NAH I CAN'T HEAR YOU NAH NAH NAH GIMME BITCOINS NAH NAH NAH" and denying reality.
Hell, I already had people asking me if I wanted to actually make my S&M business, and if so, was I open to investors. That's without even a plan.
You know why? Because it was obvious I knew what I was doing, and willing to do research, and had even put some consideration into my idea.
Hell, I've put more effort and research into my S&M business, something I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO DO, than you have in your dream.
So, how's your first album selling.
Oh, wait, it isn't because you won't even take guitar lessons.
How's your hookah bar going?
Oh, wait, it isn't, because you refuse to do Even the bare minimum effort.
Let me guess ,when it fails, it wil lbe the government's fault for shutting down your unsafe and unhealthy business, with its falling apart hobo-tastic furniture, the bank's fault for wanting their money, the utility company's fault for not accepting the promise of bitcoins when you get rich, and your landlord's fault for not supporting your dream and not being such a negative bummer dude by demanding his rent on time in fiat dollars.
I wish I had a time machine so I could jump forward and watch this crash and burn...
wait...
what's that?
It's future me!
Let me tell you what he told me!
"Dank didn't get shit done because he refuses to do shit. So he ended up not getting the money, and ended up owing people thousands of bit-coins because he spent the bitcoins he lent them on Silk Road and got scammed."
It's called belief, whatever you believe is true.
There's also reality.
And reality has the tendency to punch you in the balls despite beliefs.
I have accomplished a great deal aside from the hookah business, in the last few months.
Like what?
Not being smug, just telling it how it is.
How what is?
That you're using the magical power of wishing?
How what is?
I've made two attempts to contact him and he was unavailable.
Two WHOLE attempts! My God, did you have to take a nap afterwards? I mean, picking up the phone and calling, how strenous.
Yeah, future-self told me to tell you that unless you quit bullshitting around, in a year you'll have moved onto your next great plan and will be claiming your hookah bar was blocked because of evil fiat money government agents who don't want bitcoin to succeed.
Oh, and Future-Self told me that I'm sold out of 6X Barberalla Slave-Girl outfits and to tell you, Dank, to sew faster or instead of Top Ramen you and your shift will be eating dog food from a can.