Dissolution of the Company

I announce today that the Gordian knot that had previously manifested the very fabric of my existence, as a result of the utter madness of the biz, has dissolved. I've awakened from the nightmare and am now given license to live as a free man. The aggregate eccentricities of the owner of the Company have finally brought him to his knees, trapped within his fat, sweaty carcass. The hookers and the food became more important than compensating employees and maintaining acceptable management procedures (which never existed to begin with). My dolorous countenance has begun to brighten despite the absence of my free all-expences-paid luxury vehicle. It is time to join the human race again, however miserable that may turn out to be.

(Note the misspelling of "Celebrity" on this returned company check)