I hate these kinds of stories. Some talking head you barely remember (or never heard of) blathers about how he used to live in a mud hut down by the river until he discovered fire, or the internet, or lean, and now he wants you and your millennial or Gen XYZ ilk to pull up your Aeron chairs and listen while Big Daddy tells you how it really was, back in the good old days, before everything sucked.
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