Not everyone will change. Some will fake it to get past people’s defenses. Others have no regret for their harm, even reveling in it. But those who do bend over backwards to not hurt someone again. It becomes core to who they are becoming.

Louis put in no work. He has no regret.

Fuck him.

I have met and even been neighbors to ex-cons of various sorts, who did things that would shock normal-ass people in their past, and the first thing they will tell you about is the deep regret that never goes away, that it shouldn’t go away, because it drives you to put in the work to change.

He’s got it ruff. Had to put some of his projects on paws.

It’s okay. I’ll resolve stress like any true Californian: sneaking into Disneyland and punching the Johnny Depp animatronic on the Pirates of The Caribbean ride.

Horton Hears A Hagmaxxer

Next year, I’m gonna just gonna catch a flight to Hedonism II for Thanksgiving and not tell anyone like that episode of Workaholics.

It is giving just incredible “we’re demanding you have a good day with us because that’s what WE want to do today, you ungrateful little shit.”

Fuckin’ family, man.

A 2-liter of Diet Pepsi with a pizza on a Friday makes me confident that I can jump over that car hood despite 40-year-old knees.