I realized something today...
As much as I complain about wanting more out of life, and living in a suck ass town where the general population is just totally oblivious. I really don't have all that much to complain about.
In fact, I live a life most people dream of. I get invited places people would sell there first born to go to. I'm given things for free that a lot of people work a whole lifetime to get. I've achieved more in 23 years than a lot of people twice my age and have the resume to prove it.
Sure it'd be nice to have more money in the bank, but what good would it do me? Anything I want I know how to get. What is it that I want that I don't already have? A nicer car maybe? But why, I drive the finest vehicles known to man anytime I want to. All I need to do is ask. I have all the pleasures of material possession without the burden of upkeep.
The things you own truly do end up owning you. When I look back over my lifetime I realize that I've driven some of the finest vehicles ever manufactured, eaten at the finest of restaurants, and drank the finest of champagnes and wines known to man and have access to places that you wouldn't even begin to imagine existed, yet alone would be accessible.
Some might say... but what do you have to show for it? To these I ask... what do I need to show for it. I lived it, and that for me is enough. Fuck You, I did it to satisfy myself, not to show off for you. I've worked too hard for too long for me to ever have to worry about anything. I'm always gonna have something to fall back on. Nobody can hang me out to dry because too many others have my back. I can't even fuck myself over if I tried at this point. (and believe me there have been times I've all but done that)
'm dependent on no sole individual or group of people. I've got friends in places all over the world in positions you wouldn't believe. People who owe me favors in places you're scared to go. People believe in me. They've seen me go up against seemingly impossible odds and not only win, but bring opponents to their knees. Please don't take this as me being concieted or full of myself, because when it comes down to it, I'm really a humble person. You all know that. But at this point, I can't even fuck myself over. I can crash and burn on purpose only to rise again like a Phoenix. I've done it several times before, and I'll probably do a couple more before I die.
The point is, every now and then I have to stop and take a look around. While on the surface I may seem modest and unassuming, underneath the surface runs baronial blood through the heart of a lion. I am a man who has been tried by fire and stood the test of time on more than a few occasions. I've set my self up so that I now have no choice left but to succeed.
If I told you where I was tonight and who I was with. The offers that were made to me, and the reasons I turned them down... you'd think I was making it up. It will be very interesting to see where the next 6 months takes me.
As much as I complain about wanting more out of life, and living in a suck ass town where the general population is just totally oblivious. I really don't have all that much to complain about.
In fact, I live a life most people dream of. I get invited places people would sell there first born to go to. I'm given things for free that a lot of people work a whole lifetime to get. I've achieved more in 23 years than a lot of people twice my age and have the resume to prove it.
Sure it'd be nice to have more money in the bank, but what good would it do me? Anything I want I know how to get. What is it that I want that I don't already have? A nicer car maybe? But why, I drive the finest vehicles known to man anytime I want to. All I need to do is ask. I have all the pleasures of material possession without the burden of upkeep.
The things you own truly do end up owning you. When I look back over my lifetime I realize that I've driven some of the finest vehicles ever manufactured, eaten at the finest of restaurants, and drank the finest of champagnes and wines known to man and have access to places that you wouldn't even begin to imagine existed, yet alone would be accessible.
Some might say... but what do you have to show for it? To these I ask... what do I need to show for it. I lived it, and that for me is enough. Fuck You, I did it to satisfy myself, not to show off for you. I've worked too hard for too long for me to ever have to worry about anything. I'm always gonna have something to fall back on. Nobody can hang me out to dry because too many others have my back. I can't even fuck myself over if I tried at this point. (and believe me there have been times I've all but done that)
'm dependent on no sole individual or group of people. I've got friends in places all over the world in positions you wouldn't believe. People who owe me favors in places you're scared to go. People believe in me. They've seen me go up against seemingly impossible odds and not only win, but bring opponents to their knees. Please don't take this as me being concieted or full of myself, because when it comes down to it, I'm really a humble person. You all know that. But at this point, I can't even fuck myself over. I can crash and burn on purpose only to rise again like a Phoenix. I've done it several times before, and I'll probably do a couple more before I die.
The point is, every now and then I have to stop and take a look around. While on the surface I may seem modest and unassuming, underneath the surface runs baronial blood through the heart of a lion. I am a man who has been tried by fire and stood the test of time on more than a few occasions. I've set my self up so that I now have no choice left but to succeed.
If I told you where I was tonight and who I was with. The offers that were made to me, and the reasons I turned them down... you'd think I was making it up. It will be very interesting to see where the next 6 months takes me.
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VH1 Classic needs to lay off the David Lee Roth videos. I've seen more bulge than a stage hand on a Will Ferrell skit.