I think we can both agree that Randey Chung has, at an early age, figured it out. The big question is, what’s next for RC? Can you write a yearbook style grad writeup for Randy at one (or all) of the following ages:
This is Randey Chung’s writeup, aged 40.
Life at 40 was easy, just like riding a bike. Except I was riding my bike through the wide aisles of Home Depot and I had to dodge and weave through crowds of other 40 year old men wearing their 40-year-old man uniform: golf shirts tucked into pleated shorts and topsiders, but I couldn’t tell what colour shirts they had on because everything was on fire because it was hell.
This is Randey Chung’s writeup, aged 60.
Life at 60 was easy, just like riding a bike. Except I was riding my bike to a giant warehouse filled with cubicles and artwork that was trying too hard to be innocuous. On my last day, my boss revealed himself to me. He had horns, a tail and kept a pitchfork in his cubicle. I didn’t get a very close look though because as soon as he told me who he was he dropped a match and everything was on fire because it was hell.
This is Randey Chung’s writeup, aged 80.
Life at 80 was easy, just like riding a bike to the store to go buy some applesauce. Except the applesauce you bought was made of red chiles and when you put it in your mouth it burned your tongue. And when you opened your mouth to try and tell someone you looked around and saw that everything was on fire because it was hell.
Your friend, in heaven and/or hell