So you say I like writing?

And you say you like playing guitar, and you say you like getting laid, but you always have an excuse ready. You always let a whole Sunday slip by, just like it was back when every day was Sunday. You don't find half an hour to write. You find half of a half hour to do the guitar exercise that's going to launch you in the right direction. Then do the other thing right, then. Why go half-hardcore on two things? Drink it. Make it happen. There's always time. The more you have, the more you have to lose by just staring at the wall. If you have so much more potential than anyone else, put the damn chips in the damn pot. • There are a million hot chicks in the world. There are a million hot chicks in Lisbon. You've rang the bell so many times before in such unlikely situations, how can you doubt yourself that you can do it, even occasionally? You're better than the millions of losers jogging about. It's embarrassing for them to be in your presence once they become aware of their limitations. Most women have never met a guy as cool as you in their life. And the cooler they are, the more unlikely it is that they have, the more passively attractive you are. Where will you be in three months? See it. Wake the fuck up.