I fucking don't get how people lack "motivation". How is death not a motivator? Do you know what one of my favorite foods in the whole world is?  Crusty french bread.  Fucking love it.  Or did.  Now because my diabetes has progressed enough, I can't really have it or it'll spike my glucose through the roof.  You know what I see staring back at me when I look at french bread now?  Death. I'm not sure how many people here have looked death straight in the eye.  My first time was when I was mugged by a crackhead in Miami.  I was out with a friend, crackhead came out with a butcher style knife and immediately cut down my friend.  Slashed him across the body and face from thigh to nose. He went down fast, blood was everywhere, I looked down at him and remember thinking "Fuck.  He's dead.  Forever."  And then I looked at this crackhead who was pointing the knife at me saying "Gimme your cash!" and thinking "And now I'm dead too." It was like staring into the icy jaws of cold, cruel, oblivion.  Looking into the maw of a nightmare beast that has decided to devour you and end your existence.  Pure cold terror. We both survived that night thanks to paramedics, but that was the first time I met death.  We danced he punched my card, and let me know we'd dance again someday soon. Now I see death staring back at me in every crusty french bread baguette I see.  We're well acquainted, and it's like seeing a live viper coiled in the bakery. How the FUCK does that not motivate you? There isn't a single part of me that wants that baguette badly enough to touch that viper.  When I see fats drinking coca-cola or eating a candy bar it's as alien to me as watching someone reach towards a rattlesnake going full fuck all with it's rattle for a quarter the snake is hiding in its coils. Death should be the supreme motivator.  Death does not care.  Death is not forgiving.  Death won't let you cheat because "it's your birthday".  Death is oblivion.  Death is final.  And Death is waiting for every fat.