“Do cocaine, write for porn magazines and have sex with strangers.”
I slipped in front of a senior colleague about this idea of doing something each day as if I’m living each day as the last.
He was delighted. He thought it was brilliant. And he had some extreme ideas.
I started to feel pretty lame.
Should I be dabbling, should I be crazier?
These things aren’t out of my reach. I’ve had more opportunities in London than before.
The thing is, though, doing these things would only just be for the sake of doing them. And even, more, they wouldn’t really be the things that I would want to do anyway if it were really a last day…
So I think I’ll stick with riding on motorcycles and other death-defying stunts… my own kind of crazy.
