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Writing Is Basically A Job For People Who Like Punching Themselves In The Face, I’m Pretty Sure.

Unless You Turn Out To Be A Shining And Ballistic Genius, Then, Trust Me, If You Want To Do This Then You're Going To Be Spending The Next Few Years Doing Little Else. This Is A Thing You Do At A Table With A Notebook And A Keyboard, And There's No Getting Away From It. Put In The Hours. You Don't Get To Turn Off 'being A Writer.'

He Was In Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Which Is Another Weird Quirk Of Rich Old Men. Just One Of The Guys Here. Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Salt Of The Earth, Working Man Like Yourself. Like They're Somehow Uncomfortable About Being Rich Enough To Sleep In A Bed Made Of Vaginas Being Pulled Around The Town At Night By A Fleet Of Gold-covered Midgets.

There's One Hole In Every Revolution, Large Or Small. And It's One Word Long— People. No Matter How Big The Idea They All Stand Under, People Are Small And Weak And Cheap And Frightened. It's People That Kill Every Revolution.

I Want A Tattoo Over My Heart That Reads Try Harder You Lazy Paramedic Shitbag Or I Will Haunt Your Bedroom Forever