It’s on days like these – rainy, technicolor, zipped – that a man considers his legacy. How will he be remembered? How will he be renumbered? What achievements will stand after he’s gone?

For me, I trust my name will be synonymous with shoes and boots thrown atop buildings. Commercial buildings, second homes, garden sheds – all within my reach. If need be, I’ll use a ladder. And they won’t be my shoes. People will still chuckle when they think of the time I stole their work boots and violently flung them to the roof of their local Jiffy Lube.

And children will cry for having not met me.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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