No home internet…just tea, wifi, and a motivating book.
There were so many gorgeous Muslim girls out that night. Good googly moogly.
Live neon freedom out there,
So, I decided to avoid home internet starting in the summer of 2012. The big reason was NoFap. Relying on willpower alone, while commendable, was still leaving some room for error.
So, out of the same rebellious spirit that drove the Sons of Liberty to throw chests of tea into the Boston Harbor, that inner Berserker that boils within a soul that is sick and tired of being sick and tired – I took the battery out of my laptop and locked it in my safe.
That was Day 1 of Nosurf, many years ago. I’ve dumped hundreds more hours into the internet since that fateful day, but the beat goes on. If you drop 8 hours in one day, the beat goes on. You still have that upward trajectory, you still see that one star…burning brighter than any star in the sky, yee-ah!
It doesn’t matter what kind of basement dweller 4chan loving monster you are. It doesn’t matter if you have a micropenis. It doesn’t matter if you used to be a Jeb Bush supporter. It doesn’t matter if you’re 400lbs, or even worse the 98lb weakling.
That’s the past motherfucker. Let your laptop get plenty dusty, take that sucker to the cafe a couple times a week to check in with the New Media, yee-ah! And live your life in whatever Hulkamaniac way you see fit! Yee-ah!