Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed

Use It Or Lose It

It’s impossible to really understand what this means until you begin to age – if you’re not careful you can wake up one day and suddenly realize you can no longer do something because you stopped doing it a long, long time ago.

Sometimes it seems like I spend an inordinate amount of time each day using something simply because I don’t want to lose it. I’m hanging on to what I have like grim death. No going “peacefully into the good night” for this grizzled motherfucker. I’ve got shit to do.

So I write and think and work and exercise and hopefully make some cool shit and just fucking live life as righteously as possible. I’m at the beginning of act three and I’d like to make some kind of a ruckus before the final curtain falls. I hope it’s not a short act.

Let’s start some trouble!