August 23, 2003
At some point, we all die. Let’s just hope that when we do check out, we have done most of, if not all of, everything we set out to do, no matter what anyone else thinks of us. Three hundred and sixty five days, times 75. That’s about the average that most of us will get, some of us maybe more. Think of it as 75 cents. Think about it. If the days of your life numbered 75 cents, you would scratch, kick, and do whatever you could to make that a whole fuckin’ dollar, wouldn’t you? I would. Grit.