Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I
think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves
you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried,
you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-
five years and you pay it back and then -- one day -- you have a massive
stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets
and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into
rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then
-- one day -- you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get
hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe.
--Denis Leary
The day your life sucks and you put a gun in your mouth 2 minutes
later they'll have your lotto numbers on the TV, some hot chick will
call you and ask you out, your boss will call in with a promotion
and your parents will call and apologize for making childhood suck....
