It is probably true that drinking leads to better writing, but, like anything, you can always flip it around and look at it from the other perspective. But humans, as humans do, don't really like to flip things around and consider. It's always veni, vidi, vici, even if it's to get to the end of the bridge first, on a bridge and in a car that you did not design nor build (but that wasn't considered). At least the radio is loud so your import is not lost. Writing is goddamn painful! And writing leads to better drinking. Full throttle everything always leads to a wall and, like physics, walls always win. At the end of the day, if you've acquired enough wealth, even if that wealth was acquired sans power, someone will consider you great. It's awesome man; I just can't wrap my head around the falsity of it all. I guess we are too afraid of illness and death -- and no doubt, rightly so. But it's silly, there are so many great people out there, humble, unrecognized -- the cogs in the wheel to others' success, to everything. The keepers build the shaft and the takers get the gold. It sounds a bit like a Jerry Reed song -- a good, humorous place to stop: Go fast, don't consider, and may your holdings compound annually at a rate greater than 10%.