I have no drive to succeed, I don’t persevere. Everything I’ve ever done that’s been hard to do failed. Everything I’ve ever done that was fun, and happened naturally, was successful. Sometimes you don’t want to write something. Good. I wouldn’t want to read it if you did. Go to the mall. Talk to your friend. Do drugs. Drive your car into a brick wall. Sit in your closet and cry. Obviously, you’re going to have to do something other than what you’re doing. Be at least as smart as a spider. If there’s no silk coming out of your asshole, or no flies in your web, you crawl somewhere else.