What Are You Waiting For?

People are always telling ideas that they have. Some are pure brilliance, some are workable and some are just shit. Sometimes they come in four packs like wine coolers and before you you find yourself at the kitchen sink coughing up stomach bile or passed out from a diabetic coma, the ideas are gone. Someone has wiped them across their puke rinsed lip and tossed the in the kitchen trash. I can count on my knuckles the number of people who did anything with the ideas that they had.

When I think...