The Importance of a Scrap of Wood and a Mill

When I was a small child of but seven, my father was trampled by the horse of a rich man when we were out in the street. Well, that was all I needed, because I used that penny to buy a scrap of wood which I then turned into a scrap of paper and an announcement. But wait a minute, did you also inherit a hundred thousand dollars from your dad's death? Look, that was caught up in the court system for days. In the meantime, I built myself an empire with my own two hands. And here's the part that I always take issue with: You've got to have a whole mill for that. Yeah, it seems like some pulp