It took me till right about now in life to finally realize that we don't owe anyone a goddamn proof of concept. I think I have it stuck in my mind from years of report cards, GPA-chasing, quarterly assessments, etc, that I have to have Evidence that I am Doing Something. Even more important, I am planning Future Somethings to do. Yet, if I reach deep down to see how many fucks I have yet to give about what other people think of me, I really can not find any. So is it ME who is holding me back from a life filled with stretchy pants and puppy-head sniffing? I dunno, but I do think that if the bat seal dog is not named Fish, it should be. Awesome piece, as usual. (Also fuck weight loss 4 eva)