That's how I roll.
Life gives me lemons. I make Chicken Piccata with capers and lovely butter sauce.
I can't give up. I can't give in. I just keep trying.
I played a KICK ASS game as a kid with my little brother.
We affectionately referred to it as the "last hit" game.
Whoever got the "last hit" was the reigning winner, until the next "last hit".
A soft sly hit was the MOST productive, but if you really wanted to win, the key was to NEVER QUIT.
Never give up.
I've never given up.
I want to sometimes.
I Never will.
Many people have uttered this mantra.
I've uttered it a million times.
Words are nice. They help you cope.
Who the FUCK wants to just cope?
Copers are victims.
DOers are not.
I can't cope.
I have to DO.
I had the benefit of a lot of trauma in childhood, so I got good at this.
I learned how to NOT COPE, but DO.
DO SOMETHING!
Sometimes I let my guard down.
Sometimes I get tired.
But, I don't quit.
If I quit the "last hit", my little pain in the butt brother would win.
Can't have that!
This game may still be going on today.
If I ever see my little brother again, I'm gonna hug him,
SO I can slap him in the back of the head.
So I can get the "LAST HIT".
I have to.
I can't quit.
