While you are reaching for the stars, you find me covered in shit, pissing my pants, just trying to stay warm. I put all my eggs in one basket and ate them all.

Life is like a box of nunchucks constantly hitting you in the balls, life is like a box of nunchucks constantly hitting you in the balls.

I tried to make things work, but after years of rejection I finally gave up. I hope you are doing well. Because the crap I’m producing is impossible to sell.