You Have ONE Shot At Success. EVERY Day.

Pretend you’re not some loser.

Maybe you’re no dumb fuck.

How ’bout the world is not your oyster?

What if it runs on luck?

Say you ain’t some lucky bastard.

You had to lie and cheat and steal.

Then the god of luck means zip to you.

And luck’s not really real.

But what if it is?

What if luck’s the shit?

And you don’t even believe in it?

Then unlucky you.

You catch no breaks.

Then you lie…

You cheat and steal, too.

If that’s what your lucky takes.