dannowillbookem
Master Don Juan
it used to be my dream to be a famous musician, in the mold of paul mccartney. but now it all seems so pointless. i still love music, but whats the point? paul mccartney is like 65 now. you think he looks at all he's done and is proud? why would you be? whats it gonna matter after youre dead? who's gonna give a shiit about your sales or your companies or your girls or your money or your charm when youre laying in the ground. we all end up in the same place.
now im not too sure about heaven and hell, they seem like they would have to be there but at the same time, they seem remarkably made up. either way, i just cant stand the fact that some day i'll be 60 and i'll look back at what i've done and wonder...why the hell? does any of it matter? how is bill gates different from the garbage man when they're both on their deathbeds?
now im not too sure about heaven and hell, they seem like they would have to be there but at the same time, they seem remarkably made up. either way, i just cant stand the fact that some day i'll be 60 and i'll look back at what i've done and wonder...why the hell? does any of it matter? how is bill gates different from the garbage man when they're both on their deathbeds?

