As fucked up and depressed as I get, I must live well (or possibly depraved). I notice people wanting partying, sex acts, adrenaline and the sort. I've done most of that stuff and just want to calm the fuck down for a minute I guess. 24 hours? An hour of fishing with my dad, and hour of dinner and conversation with my mom, and an hour of just hanging out with my sister, nieces and nephew. I'll even take an hour to BS with the rest of family for a few minutes. It's weird I want that, I'm not even that close with my family, but maybe that's why I do. The other 20 hours would be devoted to making a work of art or writing a song that I could be remembered by and that digs down into someone's core and makes them feel better about themselves; or at least provokes some thought. That's all I ever want out of life; to share the few gifts of creation I was given and have even one person say "damn, Art really got me thinking. Now I'm going take that vacation, get a new job, stop doing drugs, learn to read, treat my spouse better; whatever I need to do make me a better person."