Who are you America. Why are you where you are? To make someone else happy or yourself. As you all well know by now my dad died when I was young and I was thrown out of college for weed. I was crushed because I knew my Dad would never live long enough to see me graduate. I was doing it for him. When he died I was lost. No compass, rudder or charts. “It’s not till you have lost everything that your free to do anything” fight club. These words are words I will never forget. Chuck P blew my mind and I realized I had nothing but that didn’t mean I had to do nothing with my life. I had lost everything and my future was a clean slate. I would be the author of my life and I changed. Now I have aged, matured, had much more sex, sailed more boats, been a very successful coke dealer, been shot at and I know he would be proud. But not as proud as I am of myself. If you want to make someone proud the first step is to be proud of yourself; where you come from, who you are, and where your going. Anyone who can’t admit a mistake hasn’t learned from it yet and I have made plenty America. But they made me the Gentleman I am and I’m proud of who I am because I’m on top of the world and have a publishing contract in my hand and I think I’m about to sign it. I did it America, I played my hand right. Stand by for an official announcement of me and my first publisher.
I leave you with this. What one Gentleman can do another can do better. Be who you are America. I’m here to show you how to live.
Long Live the Writers