When I was in my teens, I made an appraisal of how comfortable my life could turn out when I became the age I am now. Because of a mechanical failure, the prediction was inexact.

When I was in my teens, I made an appraisal of how comfortable my life could turn out when I became the age I am now. Because of a mechanical failure, the prediction was inexact.

If I want to build wealth to transfer to the next generation, I can let it grow on a tax-free basis.

The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.

I lay in bed and watched moments break into phenomenal particles of panic and could actually see the divine crack of God’s ass as he completely turned his back on me.

Stressful jobs, loveless marriages, bad food-most people kill themselves slowly every day.

Although I didn't write myself off as a complete failure, all illusion and romance was gone. I was no longer able to inflate myself; I had disappointed my own expectations and was genuinely worried about dying in the streets.