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I'm not going out like that

When I'm getting too old to take care of myself, put me in my boat, shove me off and drink a toast to me. I'll meet my fate on my own terms, thank you.

It reminds me of when I was in the Army. Everyone who fell for the Big Brother Brainwashing Treatment was miserable and later, became that stereotypical, power-hungry, buddy-fucking, miserable GI. Well, life is like that too. It's a cruel joke, and if you let it, it will walk all over you. Well, I'm not falling for it. And I'm not going out like that, yo. I envision myself at 65/70, on a sailboat, headed into the eye of a hurricane. Yeah baby, that's the way to go. I'll be, like, "Bring it on...like Donkey Kong, yo."

Hells yeah.