Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
Multi line: That last is no more than a foot high, and about seven paces across, a mere flat top of a grey rock which smokes like a hot cinder after a shower, and where no man would care to venture a naked sole before sunset. On the Little Isabel an old ragged palm, with a thick bulging trunk rough with spines, a very witch amongst palm trees, rustles a dismal bunch of dead leaves above the coarse sand.
|John Doe||$1||Because that’s all Steve Jobs needed for a salary.|
|Jane Doe||$100K||For all the blogging she does.|
|Fred Bloggs||$100M||Pictures are worth a thousand words, right? So Jane x 1,000.|
|Jane Bloggs||$100B||With hair like that?! Enough said…|