I am truly a despicable wretch.
In the wake of mounting public outrage following the imminent departure of the Seattle Sonics, I feel that there is something I need to say. I'd like to address an unlikely figure that has joined the rising chorus of my critics: me, Howard Schultz. As I sit here enjoying a cup of coffee at Tully's in Madison Park, I mull over the various things I've done that I myself would describe as 'disgusting', 'despicable' and 'loathsome.' I really am one of the biggest jerks out there, I mutter wistfully to myself.