Die young. Leave a well-hung, smashingly beautiful corpse. Grab life by the cock and jack it off until it explodes like a geyser. Live like there’s no tomorrow… because you won’t be sleeping for the next 48 hours, so technically there is no tomorrow, anyway. It’s all about right now. Today. These are my mottos. Some of them, at least. I have many more. If you want to live a carefree, gorgeous life like mine, here are a few ways to get started. Cross the street when traffic is flying at you, then flip them off like it’s their fault. Mix drugs like you’re making a Long Island Iced Tea and pay for none of them. Take a spontaneous flight to Palm Springs because a daddy out there bought the ticket, even if you have dinner plans in New York City with your boyfriend. I haven’t slept in three days. No problem. I can sleep when I’m dead, which will probably be in about more three days. What can I say? I’m busy getting busy.
