My dear,
Sleep with that questionable one-night stand without a moments hesitation.
Get so drunk that you lose the last 24-hours of your life. And wake up behind bars.
Do all the drugs they tell you not to do, even the hard ones… Especially the hard ones.
Run through the streets naked.
Revolt against the corrupt systems you see around you.
Quit your job without a back-up plan.
And confess your undying love to your undying love even though you know you’re not their undying love.
If you’re going to do something tonight that you’ll be sorry for tomorrow morning, sleep late.
At least you would have done something. Most people haven’t.
Falsely yours,
Henry “Henny” Youngman
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