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I keep telling myself, and others, that I will be a much funner guy on the other side of this mountain. I hope two things:
1. I make it that far.
2. I remember how to have fun once I get there.
I am hopeful I will achieve my goals with these hopes realized!
My answer was that, to be honest, I feel like I was a complete tool on the internet and I was embarrassed at how foolish I had become. I had to take a step back and realize that what I was working toward was irrelevant and superficial and there were more important things to be done. I had to separate myself from my ignorant public image for a while. I will resurface at some point if I feel my work worthy of people’s valuable attention. Right now the only thing I am doing worth noticing is my work at my day job at the Think Tank.
you are a true inspiration man
I don’t think I am an inspiration in anything other than I maintained the selfishness of childhood. Never losing your inner child is less about ignorance than it is about selfishness. But I don’t mean the selfishness where you don’t care about anyone but yourself - kids are much more empathetic than adults.
I mean the kind of selfishness kids have where they are dragged into doing something they don’t want and instead of surrendering they find the beauty in it. I mean the kind of selfishness where you go to the grocery store with your mom before she has even brought you home for your after school snack and you’re missing Dragon Ball Z and after only a minor fit you leave her universe in rebellion in favor of a better one, where the white tiles on the floor of the Albertson’s are lava and you have to step only on the black ones.
I mean the kind of selfishness where you are supposed to endure the shitty-responsibility-sounding task of calling DirecTV and waiting on hold before vainly attempting to get your monthly bill reduced so you don’t continue overdrafting on rent day every month, but instead you pretend you have an infiltration mission handed down to you as a spy for the CIA and that the opposition is going to try to trick you into believing their twists on the law but you have to crack through the code and get an extra $20 off, which actually ends up being $21 because you’re that smoove of a muthafuckin double agent.
Staying a kid is about more than finding wonder in the wonderful. It’s about finding wonder in the mundane. If that’s how I have inspired you, in staying childish, then I am proud of that. Because that’s all I really try to do.
Thanks for the kind words!
Vices are so much more satisfying when you’ve been fucking killing it all day. I’m boutta slam a $6 bottle of wine TODAMUHFUCKINFACE. I’ve clocked 65 hours so far this week of SKRAIT HUSTLIN. Clocking hours while hustling also makes you realize just how lazy you are when you’re lazy.
Time for some nature.
I’m going through a treatment I wrote for YOU ARE HERE. I knew I would be viewing this when planning for YOU ARE HERE II. I am realizing how much I love my dumb as sense of humor because I left myself stupid little notes and I am cracking up at 2010 Jacob right now. I’m happy that 2012 Jacob still thinks he’s funny.
I love how LA feels like at every moment there is some huge piece of bait hanging in front of you as some person trying to capitalize on your talent is trying to snag a good one. If you’re extra aware you can even befriend the fisher.
And all I want in my life right now is a girl with some big-ass lips or at least really curly ones, and a sharp jaw to touch when her face is close. And long hair that probably really thick and black. Or super curly, or kinky with a lot of tangles that I can undo with my fingers. And fat thighs. Like not thick, straight fat. Or she could be super skinny with a nice personality. But I would ask her to put 10 more pounds on. Her nostrils need to flare in a real cute way when she is flustered though. And she definitely needs expressive eyebrows so when I make smart-ass comments to her I can see how well-received they are. And it’s a must that she is witty and can cut me down when I get too cocky, that’s for sure.
Ain’t posted on here in a minute, but the only thing I could think to update when I logged in was this. Maybe it’s all the Billy Joel and Randy Travis I’ve been listening to.
It’s been a crazy muthafuckin year, man.
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