I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.

I blinked and I cured my brain.

The only thing I'm addicted to is winning. This bootleg cult, arrogantly referred to as Alcoholics Anonymous, reports a 5 percent success rate. My success rate is 100 percent.

I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

I don't sleep. I wait. I sleep in cars and on couches. I sleep when I can, but when I can't sleep, I just don't, so I figure there's a higher calling keeping me on point that night.

It’s been a tsunami of media and I’ve been riding it on a mercury surfboard.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.