The way that I look at life is, that if a person is happy living a fucked-up life because that’s what that person wants to do, then I’m happy for that person. Why? Because they are happy! Why should I feel sorry for someone who is having the time of their life?
I decided that at 50 years old, it was time for me not to take life so fucking seriously. So I came up with my new blog idea. Let me know what you think about it?