What I’ve Failed to Learn

Fuck if I’m going to wait until I’m on my deathbed to let Esquire ask me for valuable life lessons. Here’s some balls-to-ass wisdom from my 46 years, kids — take it to heart and warn me if you mourn me.

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“There is no more precious love in this world than a man has for his child. Or someone’s child, anyway. It doesn’t matter who as long as the child is naked.”

“What’s my secret for looking so young? Telling people who ask my secret to go fuck themselves. Also, obesity.”

“There is no excuse for boredom, as long as there are underage prostitutes and remaindered cartons of off-brand tequila in the world.”

“My most profound hope is that some day, people of all races can come together as one and die.”

“Everyone has at least one thing they can be proud of. I’m proud that I raised an intelligent, successful, attractive son, and…no, wait, that’s what my dad is proud of. I’m proud of my huge cock.”

“Fellas, lingerie is really more of a gift for you. If you really want your lady to have a special night, give her 3 hours of head and a set of throwing knives.”

“The post office can call it ‘special delivery’ all they want, but if the carrier refuses to wear a ball gown and a tiara, believe me, it ain’t that special.”

“People like to say that violence never solved anything. Tell that to my wife’s big mouth.”

“‘With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.’ Beautiful, inspiring words, dreamt by one man: Buckethead.”

“You’ll never get anywhere by complaining, except Heaven.”

“If you’re ever nervous about giving a speech, just picture the audience in their underwear. Tied up. And completely helpless in the trunk of your car. Just try not to giggle like a toddler.”

“Cotton is the only fabric that breathes. Nylon is the only fabric that bleeds.”

“There’s two subjects you don’t discuss in polite company: religion and politics. At least that’s what I thought before I brought up fisting at that breakfast with the mayor.”

“I’ve heard that a glass of wine a day helps calm your violent rages. God, I hope that’s not true, because I love wine.”

“I am just a man. I have needs. And when someone offers me sex for money or drugs, what am I expected to do? Say no? “

“The only thing that kept me out of the NBA was racial prejudice. I was blackballed from competetive basketball solely because I’m white. And short. And fat. And I can’t jump, or shoot, or dunk. And I’m a bad rebounder, a poor passer and a terrible defender. I can’t think tactically, have no body-awareness, and never know where my teammates are on the court. I have trouble blocking shots, controlling the ball and remembering which team I’m on or which basket is my goal. And for that, I couldn’t even get a try-out. It’s nothing but reverse racism.”

“My best friend’s nephew was talking to me about his school’s Career Day after I took him to the Indian reservation to buy discounted smokes. He told me that he really wanted to be a doctor, but he couldn’t stand the sight of blood. I reassured him that you can just break someone’s fingers or hit him in the stomach and kidneys with a bag of oranges if they don’t pay their bill, and they don’t bleed at all. He seemed reassured, because he didn’t say anything to me for the rest of the trip.”

“People always talk about Hitler’s Final Solution like it was some terrible thing. Hey, I say, he failed, right? There are still Jews! So what’s the big deal?”

“If I had to name one thing that makes me really proud to be an American, I guess it would be my dick.”

“Many years had elapsed during which nothing of Combray, save what was comprised in the theathre and the drama of my going to bed there, had any existence for me, when, one day in winter as I came home, my mother, seeing that I was cold, offered me some tea, a thing I did not ordinarily take. I declined at first, and then, for no particular reason, changed my mind. She sent out for one of those short, plump little cakes called petites madeleines, which look as though they had been molded in the fluted scallop of a pilgrim’s shell. And soon, mechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I cried out ‘Ma! What, were they out of fuckin’ Hydrox?'”

“Call me old-fashioned, but I believe so much of the political divisiveness, bitterness and anger in our country today could be avoided if we just followed the Golden Rule: ‘eliminate the capital gains tax’.”

“I know many people are skeptical of my alien-abduction story. They say that it’s ‘inconsistent’ or ‘crazy’, that I ‘tell it differently every time’, that I ‘make up’ words when telling it, that there are no ‘witnesses’ or ‘proof’ or ‘corroborating evidence’, and that I am a ‘mentally unstable alcoholic’ with a ‘history’ of ‘pathological lying’. But I know what happened to me. I was there and they weren’t. And if I wasn’t anally probed by extraterrestrials, why do I cruise gay bars every night? Answer me that, scientist.”

“If I were to make a list of qualities I am looking for in a best friend, I would start with honesty, integrity, faithfulness, a large inheritance, reliability, kindness, poor memory, forgiveness, a sense of humor, and fainting spells. Not in that order, though.”

“Whenever someone talks about how successful Bill Gates is, I ask them, ‘If he’s so great, how come he’s not some brilliant businessman who has parlayed his computer company into the world’s most powerful corporation and made himself one of the richest men on the planet?’ And they say, ‘He is.’ That’s when I realize that I’m thinking of a different guy.”