… and so anyway, basically there’s work to be done. And so at the beginning… I said fuck it, I have contempt for life. Because I’m not the happiest baby in the world, I don’t wake up every day like, ‘I love life.’ Most of the time I FUCKIN’ hate life. Most of the time life is a flatline existential nightmare for me and I fucking hate it and I want to check out all the time, there you go. Now you know the truth.
BUT, the thing that keeps me here is knowing that life would be like: “ha ha, you wimped out. You couldn’t handle me.”
And so what I seek to do is make life run for it’s life. I want to be a pain in life’s ass. I want life to celebrate the day I die. I want life to finally be able to get a breather once I’m done.
-“Like, uuh! Is he dead? Poke him again, just make SURE.”
-“Yeah chief he’s dead.”
-“Fuck, ah man, gimme some Stoli. Fuck, that kid. Oh my god, what an asshole. Everyday at four in the morning: AHA AHAHA AHAAH; I thought I’d never hear the end of it. Ah man am I glad he’s shuffled off.’
And so I decided… what else is there for me to do… I might as well work so much… in such a frenzied manner, saying ‘NO’ to no amount of work, that by sheer friction my arms will burn off my torso SO that by the end of the year I’ll just be this charred man.
…So that’s what I did, because life is interesting once I poke myself in the ass, get myself out of bed and get myself out the door!
-henry rollins (provoked)
