You see, I have this super strong will to advance, to always move forward and take full advantage of every passing minute. As a result, I live in a constant state of fear…fear of idleness…fear of waking up one day and thinking “I should have done this” or “I could have done that”.

…and that’s why I keep saying this. If I die, I can’t sit in heaven and fuck people all day!. Where do you go from there ? What’s your next move ? Nothing! What worse could God do to me ?! I can’t deal with that. Put me in hell, please. At least, I get a shaft to stick up someone’s ass. That’s work!