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I was trying to write a chapter for the book, and this came out instead. Which happens a lot.

Look at them out there. They have no clue, do they? They have no idea how, how sheltered they are. None of these people extends themselves. None of them. Shit. The world is full of people who do just enough, and then complain when something goes wrong and they can't deal. Set yourselves up for failure is what you're doing. What the hell do you think you're doing over there, hey? You got some concept in your head about the skies are gonna open and the gods are gonna rain riches and heaven on your head while you stand there on that corner in the middle of the goddamned night holding up that lamppost?

That's not how it works, big fella. I can't believe you don't know that. I can't believe none of you know that. The world is a gift, and it's given to those who go get something out of it. If you want comfort, you have to go get it, you have to achieve it, it needs to be maintained like anything else.

The problem is, you never grew up. You never took the time to actually learn enough about the world outside of your own head to actually care about it. You celebrated the little kid in yourself, the childlike qualities in others. You're so cute when you're angry, so feral, so wild and crazy, so devil-may-care, good god, no one's asking you to be responsible all the time, but what about just this much maturity, how about you develop just a freaking hint of perspective on what the world is and how you deal with it, what about maybe looking up from whatever porn you're into to just maybe see a slightly bigger picture than the one you've got your little snout into?

I know, I'm acting childish myself right now. I know, I know. But the people I know are kids, they refuse to grow up, and Never Never Land is a shallow and imperfect place, and I want off this island. I want to see the rest of the world now. I want something more than the people I have known are giving me.

I have made my decision. There is only now, now. There is only the present, the great here. The future opens up like the canyons of this glorious city, even at night the past and future are compressed into the now. Tomorrow is two blocks away from wherever I am, the streets are full of walking dead, cops & cabs run silently through the streets like sharks chasing nothing, the world is a decaying piece of shit swarming with this virus, this human virus, doing no good, choking the world with apathy and ignorance, but not me, not anymore, me, I'm alive, fuck work, fuck rock and roll, fuck everything, I'm alive, I'm ALIVE, more than I've been maybe ever, and anyone that isn't on this bus, this bus going to the next world, the better, smarter, more constructive, happier world that's just around the next corner, the world that sits right on top of this one, shares the same space and time with it and yet is just plain better in every meaningful way, anyone not on the bus to that glorious same-but-better planet will fall away from my life like an old skin.

Hello, brand new day.