If you have talent and you don’t have the stones to get up every day and perfect that talent, accept criticism, look at yourself honestly, suck on the hard lozenge of failure and try to constantly and consistently improve, well then, you don’t have shit.
This is what I’m trying to do here. Take the little word demons in my brain and turn them into something magnificent, even if only for a fleeting nanosecond of my experience. There’s a lot of dark shit out in the world, that’s one of the things I love most about it. I want to have the tough conversations, be the person that says ‘That’s fucked up, yo’ about things but will still listen to the madman’s musings.
I love you crazy, stupid, beautiful, life – even if 8 days out of 10 I ponder loosing myself the mortal coil. Sometimes, you’re shiny, and I dig that.