Living the dream or dreaming of living?

I've come to the conclusion that I spend too much time asleep.

Perhaps I'm a sleep junkie. I regularly sleep for 12 hours, wake up, go for a piss, flop back into my bed and have another couple of hours. Is that right? To sleep that long and then want more? I dunno, perhaps I should go see my doctor and see what he says about it.

But, fuck that, the last time I went to see my doctor he told me to cut down on my drink/drug/cigarette intake, to eat more vegetables and to take regular exercise. And who, in their right mind, wants to do that? Not me, that's for sure. I'm here for a good time, not a long time and I'm going to squeeze in as many vices as possible. Otherwise, what's the point?

Ok, sure... My bad habits will, without a doubt, cause me to die at an earlier age than if I were a tofu eating health junkie, but, that's not my gig man...

I'm rock and roll all the way baby... I'm a wild eyed, insane shirted, madman who's on this journey called life without a care in the world. I'm the cool guy who doesn't give a fuck and says it. I'm the outspoken voice of the missing generation who remained silent for too long. I'm the guy in the corner of the party, making jokes and taking the piss out of everything and anything that comes to mind. I'm the kitchen philosopher who will journey into the darkest depths of the mind and still come out smiling.

And to be honest, that's the way I like it.