That’s all you should have.
To quote the late great Gene Wilder from 1980’s Stir Crazy, balls out.
Off or balls out.
For everything.
You only get one chance to live each and every moment of your time on this planet in this sphere of existence.
Then you die.
So don’t dial it in.
I didn’t get cheated on my ride and it isn’t over yet, so that is why you will rarely NOT see me smiling.
I’m loving every minute of it.
You know why?
Because, as I approach the last grains in the hourglass of my life, so to speak, I appreciate the minutes for the gold that they are.
And you know what?
I don’t waste it hating.
Wasted time is the biggest crime committed by mankind.
Whoa.
That should be printed on T-shirts or something.
Talk about self-destructive.
I’ve always been a hard worker and I realized at a very early age the monetary value of hard work.
Once I hit the age of five, I had started my own store in a shed behind our house and I had dreams a huge empire, especially if my buddy Stevie could talk his mom into letting us convert her unused greenhouse into the second unit of my “chain.”
Always swing for the fences.
Giving your best should be a natural, innate instinct that is omnipresent, not something to be pulled out and used on occasion for personal gain or perceived personal gain.
Helping others achieve their best is just as important.
A chain is only as strong as its weakest link.
I am on cruising speed now that I’m older.
Criminals your one speed should be REVERSE so you can stop taking shit that isn’t yours and doing shit that isn’t right.
Go with the flow.
Actually, I’ve always been like that. I think that is why I had so much fun on the road in the early seventies.
I want everyone to be happy, whatever that means to them. If its more money, a better job whatever, I want everyone to go through this brief ride we call life as happy as possible.
Just leave me the fuck alone.
People are quick to pull their pieces in public anymore.
I used to like it when you could tell who was packing and who wasn’t by the look on their faces. If they looked nervous, they weren’t armed. But if they had a cocksure shit-eating grin for no reason whatsoever, forget it. They are smiling because they know that if you cause injury or malice in any way whatsoever, they could end your life.
It would be dangerous to attack me or mine, as I have several reasons you don’t want to do that, and Karen makes me store them in a locker.
By the time I would eventually go to trial, I would be dead, so why bother?
If I were still working, however, I would be going one speed and one speed only.
Yep.
Stay well.
