This is my journal entry from December 31, 2025 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
Wrapping this year up strong with now four straight months, right? September, October, November, December. Four straight months. Actually, August too. Five straight months of diary entries every single day. The most consistent I've ever been on this. Long enough to form an effective habit. I'm really grateful to conclude the year this way with my work. Really proud of where I'm at now.
I woke up this morning and tried something new. Well, not that new. I used to do the same kind of thing in college, but I went to a hot yoga class today at 8 a.m. without eating anything beforehand. And man, I thought, oh, I might be tired. I didn't get up till like 7.45 and then rolled in there at like 7.55. And I'm like, oh, I might not have much energy. I got so frustrated during this yoga class. Now the instructor had a gorgeous body and I was really enjoying looking at that. But she had us do so many goddamn sun salutations. Jesus Christ. How many sun salutations can you do? Like, I mean, it is effective. Up, down, up, down. Then I'm like, well. You did show up here, didn't you? Like, yeah, but can't we just make this shit a little more interesting than doing 80,000 fucking Sun A's and Sun B's and Warrior One and Chaturanga, Up Dog, Down Dog. Get more bark for your buck. Oh, Jesus. But it was a good workout. I really am glad I went to the class. I got to sweating my ass off. There was one attractive girl in there. I guess she doesn't want me to talk to her. The instructor was nice and pretty. And goddamn, how many times are you going to say that?
After I got home, I took a shower and had some Larabars. I ordered some in the mail. I was going to do no Larabars, but I'm like, fuck, I love Larabars. So I had two Larabars and a banana. And I took a shower and I laid in bed because I remember thinking during the class, like I'm getting back in fucking bed when I get home. This is why I live by myself. So I can get back in bed if I feel like it at 930, which I did. And it was great. And I laid there and I kind of meditated to make it sound fancy. But I laid there and was like kind of half asleep, half awake. And I'm thinking, what the fuck am I going to do with my day today? Like I have the whole day wide open. Yes, I'm going to see the kids. And yes, I'm going to go to the 7 p.m. AA meeting. But please let me do some effective work today and not waste my time.
And I thought about it. Yesterday, I came up with this plan that I'm going to give all these books away. And I started writing a book in the evening. I was working with ChatGPT to call it How I Finally Got Healthy. But that shit is a boring-ass title. I think I'm going to rip off Mark Manson's title of Unfuck Yourself. But I don't want to have an asterisk in my title, and I'm going to rip off Deadmau5's FN Pig song. So I think I'm going to call mine Un-FN Myself. Or as you would read it, it'd be Un-FN Myself. And that's going to be like an autobiography story of getting sober, losing weight, getting what some people might think of as mentally healthy. Not everybody by any means would think of me as mentally healthy, but I think I'm very mentally healthy and I'm a role model.
Oh, yes, clearly very mentally healthy, throwing around offensive language here in the book. I'm not trying to offend anybody. I'm just having fun. You know, I love my brothers and sisters on this planet of all colors, all races and genders. I love everybody up on this bitch. And it's funny to talk and not take something so goddamn seriously. And you know what? All this political correctness shit is taking life way too seriously. I'm not out in the street yelling slurs at anybody. No, I'm not doing that. I'm not doing that. I'm just talking shit to myself in a book that nobody might fucking read. So there.
So I'm back in bed, laying there, meditating. And I'm thinking, what am I going to do today? It's like, okay, I've come up with this plan to write this book on effing myself. And I'd love to give this book away. I'm thinking I got a fat ass credit card. Like I could print like 10,000 of these fucking books on credit and just drop them all over St. Petersburg, Florida and see if anything happens. But I realized I need a test. I need to test whether book giveaways make anything happen. I need a smaller level test. And I realized I've got 150 or so copies that I Was Famous on the Internet in three boxes just sitting in the house. And I'm like, hello, perfect test. And the perfect little test for this will be to put a letter to my neighbors and frame this book as a welcome gift. Hey, I'm moving into the neighborhood. I'm your new neighbor. Let me give you a copy of my book. So I wrote a letter out today that I'm going to read right now, that I worked on after I had this realization. I'm like, this is what I need to do today. I need to write these Hey New Neighbor letters, stuff all the books with them, prepare all the books to give away, and then as soon as I can, I'm going to go drop these books off in my new neighborhood and plant seeds. This way I can test if these books get any kind of response, then I'll know if I might want to scale this up. Otherwise, I don't want to order a thousand fucking books for four or five thousand dollars and try and scale something up that doesn't work with a hundred or so people. So here's the letter. I worked on this with ChatGPT for like an hour. I dictated it first and then had ChatGPT make tweaks and went back and forth and had it pretend it was a neighbor and analyze it and all that shit. So it starts off saying, hey, new neighbor.
I'm moving into a house within walking distance of you here in the Crescent Lake neighborhood next week, and I wanted to introduce myself by leaving you this gift. My name is Jerry Banfield. I'm a local author, speaker, and coach. This book, I Was Famous on the Internet, tells the story of how I got over a billion views online, amassed millions of followers, and then deleted everything in June 2025. You'll enjoy this book if you want to see what it's really like to be an influencer, if you simply love a good story, or if you'd like to get to know one of your new neighbors a little better. If you have teenage kids, this might actually be a book they'll read. If they've been sold the dream of becoming an influencer, this book shows what that life is actually like and why it isn't all it's hyped up to be. I also write and narrate a series named Daily Autobiography. It's basically a real-time diary of my life told honestly without cutting the parts that make me look bad. The first book is named Author in St. Petersburg. Some readers have called it the most honest diary they've ever read and said they've never laughed that hard while reading a book. Others have been horrified that I dare talk about subjects they think should be private, like sex, and said their wife would divorce them if they wrote a book like that. Mine did, so the next book is named The Kind Divorce.
I dropped this book off at your house because I've had these books sitting in my closet for a couple of months, and after getting frustrated trying to sell them, I decided I might as well just give them away. Most of us seem to be running on autopilot, and it takes something genuinely unexpected to interrupt that trance. By leaving a book on your doorstep, I'm hoping I've introduced something surprising into your day, something that makes you wonder what else life might have to offer that could simply show up unannounced. If you've ever thought about writing your own book, it's surprisingly easy. You don't need to be able to type or know anything about Amazon. I coach people to use their own voice, dictating voice memos, and then polish those transcripts into written form. That's the same process I use myself, and I'm currently helping three people do this right now. Personally, I'm ready for a truck to back up and drop a million dollars on my doorstep, followed by meeting a beautiful woman who lives a sober, active lifestyle, wants children, and would love to be my second wife. Maybe if I leave enough of these books around the neighborhood, that kind of surprise will eventually show up in my life. If you'd like to meet, I often walk around Crescent Lake Park, and I'd be happy to talk with you about the book, your life, or anything else that might give me material for my next book. Warmly, Jerry Banfield. Right? That's a fucking badass letter. If you'd like to be one of those good surprises and grow together with people rebuilding their lives, come join the Jerry Banfield Family.
ChatGPT analyzed it, and it liked it. I asked it to pretend like it's a neighbor and go through, analyze it, and tell me its feedback. And I like it. It says its initial reaction. A book on the doorstep is surprising, and its first thought is, huh, that's different. I'm immediately curious enough to open it instead of tossing it aside like a flyer. ChatGPT says, the opening paragraphs come off as confident and straightforward without being salesy. The billion views, deleted everything hook works instantly. I don't question it. I want to know why someone would do that. The teenage kids make me smile. And then it says, when I talk about the daily autobiography, this is the emotional core. ChatGPT says, it laughs at the never laughed that hard line. It paused at the mention of sex. It says out loud, mine did, so the next book is a kind divorce. It says that's a moment where you become unmistakably human. It's disarming. I may not agree with everything, but I trust you. I believe you're telling the truth. It says my writing my own book paragraph is helpful, not pushy. It says the autopilot trance paragraph lands quietly, but deeply. That's a win. Then the second wife paragraph is a strong reaction here, and that's not a bad thing. A surprised laugh, a raised eyebrow, and then either this guy is very self-aware or very bold. Probably both. The wording would love to be my second wife softens it just enough to feel humorous rather than crude. It warns me some neighbors will bristle. Others will appreciate the honesty. Nobody will forget you after this paragraph. That's what we're going for. And it says my invitation to close it is strong. So I feel really good about that. That's the main thing I did today is get this letter done.
And then it takes me a couple hours to print like 150 copies of it out, stuff it in all my I Was Famous on the Internet books that I have in my house, bring all them out to my car. I also sign every book since the letter that I'm putting inside could fall out or if the first person opens it and takes the letter out, it could get lost. So I sign every book saying, for my neighbor, Jerry Banfield with my phone number in the book. That way if the book gets passed to somebody else, they can still contact me and see that the book was originally for a neighbor. That feels really good, and after I get all that ready, the kids come down to visit me at 2.15 right after I finish packing up the books.
Meanwhile, I've been listening to Tucker Max's book, which is just so damn funny and really encourages me. The shit Tucker Max puts in his book is funny, even the stuff people would call offensive. Don't fucking call that racist. It's funny. Obviously, he loves black people just like I love black people. You know, it encourages me to loosen up and say outrageous things without worrying, oh, Jerry said that. You know, it's like, relax. I'm reading Tucker Max's book called Hilarity Ensues. This shit is funny as hell, and there's tons of things that people can be offended about. But if I offended you, good, because I still don't give a fuck. I'm going to write these books. I already got divorced after writing a book that was intended to just be honest and try not to offend people. I got fucking divorced over it. Like, don't fucking Jimmy me, Jules, okay? I don't want to get fucking divorced. And that's what I'm talking about. Like, I already got divorced by starting writing these books. So I'm all in, right? Like, I'm all in. I already got divorced. I lost my marriage, which is one of the most precious things that I had in my life. Lost my house. You know, I'm moving into a new one. You know, I got to hang on to the relationship with my kids. Like, fuck it.
I'm saying whatever the fuck I want to in this book and all my books, because if I can't say whatever the fuck I want to in my books, then free speech is dead. And if it's not clear in the context of a book that I love everybody, then I'm not saying it right. I love everybody. And I want to make people laugh and be real. You know, and if I can't be this honest and just talk how I want to talk in my own goddamn book, then fuck this whole reality, right? Like, what am I even doing here? I mean, I get you can't go out saying the crude shit I say on YouTube. And in my experience there are all kinds of alternative approaches to health I've come to believe in, like fasting. Yeah, I can't put shit like that on YouTube, but I'm sticking it in my goddamn book. All right? And that feels good. That means I need to distribute these books directly to people who can read them. I'm like, I need to get them in people's hands. So I'm really proud today I did the work to make that happen. If you want to create and share your own work this freely, come build it with us in the Jerry Banfield Family.
The kids come over at like 2.15. And we're all laughing, having fun. My son's driving his monster truck around, kicking the shit out of it. It's like a $150 monster truck he got for Christmas a year ago. And at one point, he kicks the shit out of it, and the fucking drive wheel comes off. It's like a one-wheel drive truck, and he breaks it off, the wheel that drives it. This thing's now sitting on three wheels and broken, can't drive anymore. And he starts to get upset and talk about gluing it. You know, I told him, I'm like, I told you, like I fucking told you I would take it easy on that thing. I'll take it easy on kicking that truck unless you're okay breaking it. And maybe I wasn't that helpful by reminding him of that shit. And he starts talking about, he wants to glue it back together. And I'm like, that's not going to glue together. It's a tiny ass piece of plastic. The force, the friction is not, the sheer force is not going to fucking work. You're not going to be able to glue that shit back together, at least with any ordinary-ass glue I know of, and keep it together for any length of time. This shit was made as one solid piece of fucking plastic, and it's broken. You fucked it up. So I told him, I'm like, we need to throw this out.
And he loses his shit. He starts throwing things at me. He throws a truck at me, at which point I'm like, I'm throwing it the fuck out right now. I rip the wheel that is falling off. He's holding the wheel off. He throws the wheel at me, so I throw that away, too. He tips over the trash can. My daughter helps him get it back out. Shit went crazy. And I'm like, look, let me deal with this. You know, you can take your space, walk the dog, whatever, as long as it's not, like, down the street or something. But my son goes nuts. And I'm laughing at him, too, and trying to defend myself. He smacks me with the gentle leader, just the part you put over the dog's nose. He smacks me with that inside. I'm like, that's it. Your truck's staying in the fucking trash, and it's getting thrown out. You want to act like that? Good, because I'm throwing that broke-ass truck out, and you can learn from this. He goes nuts. He climbs under the bed and sobs, and then gets back out under the bed. He begs for the truck. He tells me to glue it together. The funniest shit he did, he gets out. There's the recycling bin, the blue recycling bin, and there's the black trash can. My son gets the recycling bin and starts pulling it back and rolling it on its wheels and then like doing like crash. He starts crashing the recycling bin into the trash can, which is actually funny as shit. I'm laughing at him. I'm laughing with him. I'm proud of him. And I'm not letting him get that fucking truck out of the trash can either. That shit is dead and gone. That shit is dead and gone. You fucked up, breaking his truck. You did not tell me. I'm like, I did tell you, whether you listened or gave a shit about what I said. That's different. But I mean, it should be obvious that kicking the shit out of his truck, it could break.
So we went through that shit for a while. My ex-wife calls, like, right in the middle of it, and he's breaking down. And I think part of my ex-wife's happy to, like, see that that happens with Dad, too, because a lot of times the kids give Dad better behavior than not today. I asked my daughter, I'm like, what did you guys eat before this? She's like, we had some cookies. I'm like, doesn't surprise me. Like, his brain's fucked up with sugar, and he's getting out his emotions, too, at the same time. It's fine. So my son eventually gets in the house. It's difficult because I have to push him away from me. I push him down a couple of times because he's hitting me and shit. So I just push him hard enough so that he falls down in the grass and gets off of me and will give me some space. It's difficult handling this as a parent, but I feel like I'm doing pretty good. I would not have gotten to act like this with my late father. My late father would have whooped my ass for acting like that. But my son, I feel like I allow him space to be himself and have his emotions. But at the same time, like, look, you're not just going to fucking whack me with something or do whatever you want to. I'm the one in charge in here. All right. That's me. Not you. Let's get this straight. If you're navigating hard moments with your own kids, I'd be honored to think it through with you on a private Zoom call.
And then we get back in the house and I tell him, look, since as a divorce present I gave them each a hundred dollars that they could spend to get some toys that are dedicated for dad's house. I'm like, why don't we shop on Amazon right now? You can buy yourself another goddamn truck. All right. Like it's not that big of a deal. I gave you each a hundred dollars. You can put your money together. You can buy a drone and a fucking truck and you're going to have more than you had before. So he's crying, but he starts, this was after he got under the bed again, started kicking it and shit. And I just let him do that until he wore himself out. And finally get them over to look at the cars and the drones. Find a nice-ass drone that's like $150 on Amazon. It has auto stabilization, which is what you really need. If the drone does not auto stabilize, then it has a hard time. You know, like the last drone he got was so cheap, it didn't auto stabilize. It just blew away in the wind and then it got stuck in a tree eventually. So this one is a GPS drone with EIS. I don't know what the fuck that means. 4K camera, auto return, two batteries for 45 minute flight time, circle fly and follow me mode. Nice. So I got him this. It's gonna arrive Saturday. It had like a 54 off coupon so it's like 135. And then we bought him a 1 to 12 scale monster truck RC car, amphibious remote control car with four-wheel drive, all-terrain, waterproof for lake. So that way one of them can fly the drone, one of them can drive the car, and then I can drive both of them when they're not there. How about that? So I bought them that.
And my daughter got Harry Potter Monopoly and we played that. And I made him a big-ass thing of popcorn. My son was having fun throwing the dice all over. And I'm glad. I feel like reading Tucker Max's book and listening to stand-up comedy has helped me laugh more and helped me loosen up. But on the downside of that, then I catch myself saying crude, offensive things. God damn it. How many times am I going to say that in this fucking book? See, I feel much more free to loosen up and express myself. And I've been laughing a lot more. And I think laughing is one of the most healthiest things you can do. So I'm laughing my ass off. My son's just throwing Monopoly dice all over the fucking place. One of them goes under the stove. He gets a knife to like get it out of there, a butter knife, not a sharp knife. And we're all having a great time. And my daughter finally gets her revenge on Harry Potter Monopoly because my son and I have been fucking her up lately at Harry Potter Monopoly. But my daughter goes ham and gets all the orange properties and gets both the Harry Potter equivalents of the utilities, the Lumos and Augmenti. She gets both of those, and she's just draining my son and I. And I'm happy for her. I'm like, good, I'm glad you're finally winning because you've been on a losing streak and you had a great attitude last time.
So we had a good time, wrapped it up. So I had the kids for about three hours today, walked them back to my ex-wife's house on their scooters. And I got there, my ex-wife's making scallops and potatoes and shit. I hang out there for like 10 minutes and then my ex-wife very clearly tells me it's, you know, say goodbye to daddy. And I was a little resentful for a minute. I'm like, that's fucked up, you know, kind of be nice to hang out a little bit. But nope, she wasn't interested. And, you know, that's the thing. We're divorced, her house now. And she gave me 10 minutes to hang out. I was looking to eat some of the potatoes and shit for dinner, but I guess she wasn't interested in that. So I checked out. I walked back down the street. I felt kind of sad. But I realized, like, work on your fucking book. Like, you haven't narrated anything. So I worked on narrating Un-FN Myself. I narrated the chapter. Yesterday I dictated the childhood chapter and the college chapter. Today I dictated the adulthood chapter of 2006 to 2011, which ends up being like 40 minutes. So I've got about two and a half hours of this book dictated already. And it's only the first three substantial chapters, not counting the introduction. And there's going to be maybe 10 chapters. So it's fine. I'm going to make this fucker as long as it needs to be. It's going to be a nice autobiography of my life. And I'm going to pass this shit out, assuming the I Was Famous on the Internet book test gives me some results.
But I'm going to get this book done before I move. Because my landlord texted me today that I should be able to move in. She'll give me the keys on Sunday, be ready to move in Monday. I'm going to get the internet installed Tuesday, see if I can get my beds and furniture and shit moved in like Thursday. So I want to get this book knocked out because it's going to take time to move all this shit, get my studio set back up again. I'm going to have a bunch of moving stuff I want to do. So ideally, if I could get this book done, get a copy of the proof, then I could start the process of being able to order author copies. So we need to get the book dictated first. That's step one. So I'm working on that. I already got it outlined and I'm really enjoying it. I also felt good dictating the book.
And I went to my AA meeting, my home group tonight. And I'm glad there was a nice crowd there. We had a nice meeting, good conversation. And we stayed talking after the meeting for just a little under an hour. And it was cold in there too, like Jesus. It was like 50 outside. Fortunately, I wore my late father's old gray members only jacket, you know, that he liked to wear before he died. I was just feeling that tonight. I haven't been talking to my mother much the last few days. I need some space to make sure I can set some new boundaries with her, reconsider the relationship with her. And the clarity I've got is, you know, I want to see my mother outside her house. I'm tired of going over to her house, hanging out there with all the junk food and the screens. You know what I'm saying? And I don't want to fuck around and talk on the phone a bunch with her either. Like, let's get out of the house and hang out in person. Let's do something more active, like take a walk around Crescent Lake Park, which apparently nobody wants to do with me. So I'm kind of missing my late father, you know. I'm starting to miss my mother enough that I'll probably call her tomorrow or something.
But at the end of the meeting, there's this woman who said she's getting divorced and she's just at the beginning of her separation. She's living by herself. She's a little lonely. And she ends up asking me right after, as I'm walking back to my car and everyone's broke up. She's like, so you're going back to work on your books now? And I hear what she really says, that she's lonely and looking for connection. And honestly, part of me was tempted, even though I wasn't really attracted to her. But I'm not going down that road, because hooking up with someone I don't actually want, like I did with the woman from massage school, just becomes a pain to deal with afterward. And one of the guys from the meeting calls me later to talk, and I have a little revelation talking to him. I never again want to have a woman over that I'm just looking forward to leaving afterward. I want to be really excited to snuggle the shit out of a woman, really enjoy our time together. I want both of us to be heartbroken when she has to leave for one reason or another. I never want that feeling of just wanting someone gone the moment we're done. I never want to do that again.
I've been there before, like a hookup I wrote about in more detail in Officer Banfield, where the moment it was over I just wanted her gone. Same with the woman from massage school. As soon as it was done, I was sad she was even there. And I don't ever want to be that guy again. That sucks for everybody. I don't want to be that guy for a woman either. Like, I was thinking today, oh, I should just go to a bar. It's New Year's Eve. There's all these people out at the bar tonight. But I don't want to go home with somebody and be that guy for her, where she's some young woman who wakes up just wanting this older guy out of her apartment. I don't want to do that. You know, what I really want is someone who wants me and loves that I have that mature, wise energy about me. And that's all I want. I want a woman I'm just in love with, like my ex-wife. With my ex-wife, I never wanted her to leave. I always wanted every minute I could with her. That's why I moved in with her. I want to date a woman I want to move in with. And if someone's not up to that standard, then there's somebody else for her. There's somebody else that's just right for her. If you're getting clear on what you really want in love, you're welcome to book a private one-on-one call with me to talk it through.
After the meeting, I was driving home and I just had a thought that if I went to Crescent Lake, something interesting might happen. So I walk around Crescent Lake. There's this guy there that I holler at because he runs by me once and then he comes to run by me again. We're walking opposite directions. I'm like, damn, you're moving a lot faster than I am. He's like, I'm running 20 miles. I'm like, God damn, bro. Much respect right there for running 20 miles on a cold ass night like this. Much love. I love you, brother. Thank you. So I'm almost done walking around the lake, and I'm like, okay, nothing interesting's happened. Then I run into a guy I knew. I hadn't seen him in a few weeks. I'd given him a ride home a few times, gotten to know him. He had told me I was one of the people he was grateful for. Sure enough, this guy is out here with a woman and two children, and he says, this is my lady. I'm like, I don't remember you having a lady, I got to say. Last time I saw you, I was pretty sure you were single. So I say hi to him. It's good to see him. And I shake the hand of the lady and the two kids. They're having fun looking at somebody shooting off big ass fireworks in Crescent Lake. It's a nice firework show. It scared the shit out of me one time. So I was like, okay, cool. That intuition somehow knew that he was out there. It didn't give me the exact details of who it was, but that intuition was powerful. Now, I swear to God, that intuition better be working on a hot wife that wants me, that lives a sober lifestyle, and wants at least two more children. All right? That intuition that can tell that your boy's out at the lake. Don't fucking jimmy me, Jules, okay? And it is. I'm sure it is. And maybe that's why I'm going to give these books away because who knows what kind of cool shit's going to happen.
So I get back in my car. I'm like, that was cool. That was satisfying. I'd rather be alone at night than have a hookup I don't even want and then be trying to get her out the door afterward. And I think, oh, man, it might be nice to not be so superficial and shit. Maybe it'd be nice if you could walk through the open doors, as Dr. Robert Glover says. I'm like, I'm going to slam that door the fuck shut. I was thinking about working. I'm like, you know, I don't take jobs working at $20 or $30 an hour because that's not worth my fucking time. Like that is below me. I don't work $20 or $30 an hour jobs unless it's something I'd love to do for free. I would not get a job. I'd rather just borrow money and get creative financially and play lottery or some stupid shit, wait for somebody to die. I'm not just going to go to some $20 or $30 job I'm not passionate about. I'm looking at it the same way with women. I would rather be alone than have someone over here that I'm not respecting. It's not just about her. It's about me. If I can't fully respect and adore a woman, and if we're not both genuinely excited to be there, then she shouldn't be over here. I'd rather have nothing than have something I don't really want.
If I can't have it awesome, I'd rather have nothing. If I can't do work I love, I would rather be poor and fucking panhandle than do work as some corporate slave like so many people on this planet are. And if that's your path, then that's you. But me, no, I'm not here to be somebody's fucking slave. I'm not here to be somebody's slave. And I'm not here to make somebody else my slave either. I want an equal. And somebody at the meeting said to me tonight, it's like, well, you haven't found a girl that deserves you yet. I'm like, you know, that's right. I've been idolizing some of these women because they're hot. But just because they're hot doesn't mean they deserve me. I'm going to get a woman that's hot and fills me up the rest of the way too. And I'd rather sit here and talk shit by myself in my apartment than have someone over here that I'm just going to want gone afterward.
I wonder what my kids are going to think of this. If they'll ever listen to it in like 10 or 20 years, they might be like, God damn, my dad was fucking awesome. Or they might be like, oh my God, my dad. Like, you look at people in their eighties today that are confused about racism. They're like, we didn't have that when we were kids. It was just that white people were the best, and that's all there was. We had no idea there was another way to look at it. I'm having fun doing this now, and I feel like if you're having fun doing it now, that's what counts. One of the guys from a meeting, I talked to him for 40 minutes. It was a great conversation. I'm like, you know what? That's probably a better conversation than any hookup would have been, I'll tell you that. To keep this shit real.
All right, I got to make these shorter. The main reason to keep these shorter is so I don't have to edit so much to get these goddamn books out. So it's 11.05. It's New Year's. I'm dipping out before it turns midnight because I don't give a fuck what time it is. I'm a mortal god. All of reality is now. I'm an eternal being. I don't give a fuck what day or what year, what time it is. Shit.
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