Don't Be A Schnook (You're Boring Me)

 "Be like the fountain that overflows, not like the cistern that merely contains."

Paulo Coelho

Now that there, well now, that's how you live a life. Blow your personality up like a hot air balloon and ride that sucker all the way to the grave.

Loud and proud. Reckless, not feckless. Bounce it off every wall, crash through every plate glass window, get right on up into every face you run into. Go home every night and laugh.

Laugh at the quiet ones - who will even know they ever lived? Shit, man - everyone will know you were alive whether they like it or not. And fuck them if they don't like it.

You got a right to be here, man, and you got a right to make your mark. 

Life is short. How many times have you said that? How many times have people said that to you? It is short, baby - it blows by so fast you get dizzy.

Christ, I know a guy who is 71 and cannot believe how close he is to the grave. It fucks with his mind. He spends a lot of time obsessing about it to the point where he misses all the designer ice cream. Premium whiskey. Live fucking, soul-reviving Blues. It's all passing him by because he is not sure what approach to take. Christ, man - you can't plan shit like that, you just gotta go for it.

Take a giant step forward even if it feels like you are facing the abyss, fucking jump for it - what  do you have to lose? If it is the abyss, at least you got there like Evil Fucking Knievel.  And if it is not the abyss, then dig it - it ain't gonna be boring, baby.

And then you'll develop a taste for it. Feeling alive is a sensation that feeds off itself. You want more, you gotta get more and more and more, until everyone around you marvels at your rugged individuality.

Remember the lesson Henry Hill learned in Goodfellas:

"See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags stuffed with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call away. ............................................................................. And now it's all over. And that's the hardest part.

Today everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even get decent food. Right after I got here I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook."

Jesus Christ, man - do you have any idea what egg noodles and ketchup tastes like? It tastes like shit!

Don't be a schnook.

LIVE!