Thursday, August 02, 2012


You're the coolest motherfucker on the planet, alright? Get your shit together.

Like a fortune cookie with a bitter, sharp edge, Laws of Modern Man offers truths that everyone needs to hear from time to time. The "get your shit together" advice spoke to me today, and unlike the last fortune I embraced, this one offers a direction: forward.

It's been too easy to languish in misery. It's been a miserable time. Allowing it to linger, however, gives power to the past, and while I remember my past fondly, it can't rule the rest of my life. I can't allow it to turn me into an old man.

I have a novel to finish and a book of columns to publish. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. If I live in the past I won't be able to use those tricks; I'll be too worried about offending, rather than creating.

I'll be too afraid to be happy. And there is happiness in my imagined future; there are good times ahead for this badass. That's the reward for walking down a stroke.

I guess there's a part of me that still has to prove something — that still wants to show people that betting against me was a mistake. Not necessarily my gain, but definitely their loss, and definitely a shame. In a fond and just future, all will be made right — but I'm not waiting around. I don't have time. And I don't have the desire to stop being a cool motherfucker.

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