The best entrepreneurs are not risk-takers. They spend every day reducing risk.
This post. This photograph. You. Me. I hope we can tape this together. I hope we can connect.
I scratched my back until it bled. And I never stopped. My back right now is a bloody Jackson Pollack painting. A bathtub of blood. Doctors don’t even touch it. Very attractive. My best feature maybe.
“Oh! I forgot to tell you. I accidentally made two million dollars this morning,” Dave told me.
I am mentally ill. And I’m in a mid-life crisis. I’m dishonest. And I’m a horrible father. And I think with my dick.
This race for President is a joke. But so is every race. What maniac would ever want to be President?
If anything, the more you accomplish, the more you can afford to get rid of the things society uses to hold you down.
It’s hard not to be buried in a coffin at age 25, even though we might live another 50 years after we are buried.
You need different ways to approach surprise. To bring you back to that feeling you had the first moment you kissed.
The other day, two potential leaders of the free world were insulting each other about the size of their hands (and the sexual tendencies that hand size might predict.) So….