Steady hand,steady hand, steady hand.
No drinks today, the mind is onnnnnn, business.
Without self loathing, I do know,,really know, that if I could point this frenetic mind at something, I could win. I really know that. Not arrogance, not ego, just logic. Not a king but absolutely sharp enough to hunt.And feed yourself,,, in this make believe system we live and die by.
Real external encouragement I find to be very rare. My bloodline is the opposite of risk takers, nobody fuckin goes for it, went for it, ever dreamed of what it would be like to take a chance.
Haters. That hater shit might be in the blood. People build a little life and die there, hate anyone who deviates..
A real person says “go for it”. This money idea that’s been plaguing my daydream moments…. solid,, it’s pretty solid. The sky is the limit. With effort,, true effort and “give a shit”,mmmm 140 a year. Easily. Low overhead, annual inspections , any new construction, any municipal structure, anything. It’s such a good idea, a capitalist idea, life-changing shit .
I’d really like a different life. I’ve become aware of misery and I forgive myself but I own it. This mother-fucker has gotten away from me. I yield. Seriously, I’m typing to the sky.
And here is a real person giving love. Dare I say “God’s love”. No sympathy for boo-boo’s or personal flaws, just a simple sentiment.
“go for it”
you’re crazy but you’re also smart enough.. and that sentiment cuts me to the bone. Might be all I ever wanted to hear from anyone. Grow a pair, go hunt, stand on your own and get out from the thumb of an employer.
There’s zero chance it wouldn’t hit. That’s how good of an idea this is. Seriously Kevin. Real shit.
dawn 