It isn’t in me to play that game. I’m not out here pretending success matters in any permanent way. They’re gonna scatter my ashes the same as anyone else’s and I’m not playing the game.

Now, if I could keep it all for eternity, I’d eat you guys alive to get it. I can’t though, so I’m just gonna ride the rock until I die and help any fellow sufferer I can who feels like I do about it.

My millionaire uncle is 500 times as miserable as me and he’s on vacation every weekend. I’m not running a race to nowhere.

But hey, you do you. If success means something to you, who am I to knock it just because I don’t get it? You don’t step on my nuts and I won’t step on yours. That’s how I roll.