I suddenly realized that unless some thing changed soon, I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine and I’d finally die fat and alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs.
Try to be great. Try to give extra. Try to, you know, be bold. Try to invent your own reality. Try to, you know, do what has not been done before. I would just say don’t even get started if you’re going to just try to do some mediocre shit, because there’s so much of that. Don’t do it just to make noise. There’s too much noise. Give me something amazing. Give me something new. Give me something I haven’t seen before in a way I haven’t seen it. Let me feel something. Find some kind of magic. Go towards something that’s inexplicable. Give it to me. Give me something that’s aggressive and gnarly. Chew up the world. Come at it from some other place, but just don’t give me the same shit over and over again because I don’t want it.