No, not that, get your minds out of the gutter.

I am a hard man. I tend to place unreasonable demands on people. I think everyone should have the same sort of mental toughness that I have developed. It took a long time. It took a couple of suicide attempts and several hospitalizations. I have never had much fear. I think that has been one of my problems. I wasn't smart enough to be scared so I got myself into situations normal people would have walked away from.

I see so many younger guys today that want things and yet they are not willing to do whatever it takes to get them. It seems that if it doesn't come easy, they give up.

I have been down many times. Often times it felt like I was being kicked while I was down. I always manged to get back up and keep moving forward. I have always been able to take a punch. Maybe I am overgeneralizing from too small of a sample but I do not see that quality in so many of the guys I run into today.

I see each generation getting softer an softer. What has happened to the people that will go against all odds and step out and make something? Where are the men and women that are not put off by sweat, blood and pain if there is a reward at the end? I hate and cannot stand whiners and complainers. Everyone needs a helping hand occasionally. However, no one is entitled to anything but the chance to pursue happiness.

If you want a bigger house or better car or nicer clothes. Do something about it. Work more. Better yourself. Save for it. How much money is wasted on superfluous bullshit? I know a guy that doesn't have a car. He whines about how he cannot find one. Yet, he has money for colored contacts and eyebrow waxing. Do I feel sorry for him. Not one little bit. I know another kid that wants to live on campus in the fall. I gave him a job and he lasted one day. Doesn't like ladders. Apparently he does want to live on campus or he would climb the damn ladder and make the money to go to school. Instead, he sits at home and wrings his hands saying, "how am I going to make the money to live on campus. Woe is me" Do I feel sorry for him. Nope.

Maybe it is just me. Maybe I have it all wrong. Maybe we should just all sit around and just wish we had more. Until then, I am going to be out there everyday, making deals, hustling, working, pushing, wheeling, and pursuing my American Dream. I don't want much. I want my daughter to graduate from college and be a good person. After that, I want a beach, a boat and a houseboi. No one is going to make it happen but me.

Peace