I have no spouse. I have no kids. I have no car. No insurance. No mortgage. No savings. No investments. No pets. I keep no regular schedule; I sleep when I’m tired, I wake when I’m rested, I eat when I’m hungry. I’ve run for public office, gone to prison, beaten up cops, climbed a mountain, made pornography, been run down on a picket line, spent a year homeless, hitchhiked across the continent, organized a union, been published as a writer, and worked, at various times as: convenience store clerk, enumerator for the city directory, partner in a marketing firm, light construction labourer, artist, salesman, rink attendant, social worker, union delegate, janitor, personal care attendant, gold panner, hustler, and graphic designer.
My life has been glorious, squalid, strange, exciting, painful, adventurous, lonely, and fulfilling. Let those who advise you to live a small, inoffensive life enjoy their long, dull existence and vanish unlamented into forgotten dust.