You know me. I am “that guy”.
I am that dude you see ambling down the dim drive. I am that kid who throws the newspaper on your roof every morning. My identity is a mystery. I move with meaning and strike with elegancy. I am Taurus burning bright on a clear night sky. Yeah. You know me. Dmitry Ivanovsky discovered the virus, the pathogen, the disease. I discovered the white blood cell, the remedy, the cure. I am the oil of oregano. I am organic and clean, sustainable and righteous. I am Batman’s butler, always giving advice and offering my loyal service. I am 24/7.
Who am I? I’m “that guy”.
You may ask what sets me apart, let me tell you. I am the strings to your guitar, the battery to your television remote, the service to your cell phone.
I am “that guy”.
I developed the first photograph. I saved the Titanic from sinking. I rode the last unicorn. When I was a young boy, I won the Nobel Prize for my scientific research in climate change. I invented the term wireless. I have the power to control the elements: earth, air, water and fire. I am the last Airbender. My inexplicable ability to enthral myself in colloquies and hold engaging conversation allows me to be triumphant over daily drowsiness and fatigue. Take that Redbull. Ka-Pow. I am unimaginable goodness like the secret ingredient in Dr. Pepper or the never ending questions over how the world was created. I am the smallest particle, the sub-sub-subatomic particles. I am the 27th dimension. I’m that guy who’s going to college.
I’m the guy whose life has infinite possibilities.
You know me. I’m “that guy”.
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