Whale shit smells great despite being shit.

When people who are shit go away, that’s some 
shit trying to tell you you are the shit.

Sitting in self pity is like a blind man bathing in 
warm diarrhea.  Feels good.  But it stinks.

I want the scent of oil dripping over my head,
I want miracles and blessings.

Best be the ultimate shit.  The winning streak.
The stain.  Indelible and unforgettable at parties.

To most, recovery and redemption are akin to 
polishing a turd until it shines — never apologize.