I am not a NYTimes bestselling author. I think about small ideas while on the toilet and write about them in the comfort of my mother’s basement. I offer life advice even though I haven’t lived an extraordinary life. (Mother’s basement, remember?). Some people say I’m a fool, and I would be inclined to agree with them. My girlfriend prefers my face with a beard, and I would be inclined to agree with her.
So what kind of shit do I write about?
Well, mostly the kind that smells. Ideas that haven’t been talked about in a while–or at least not talked about in a while in a different way.
I write about mindset. I write about subverting other people’s opinions–and sometimes my own. I write because it’s what I do.
I can’t promise you’ll learn anything by reading. But you just might be entertained.