So. You want to stop thinking, eh? Yeah, I figured this time would come, sooner or later. Well, actually I didn't. You see, I stopped figuring long, long ago. I haven't pondered, plotted, planned, devised, or thunk since 1947. Oh yes. I not only haven't taken anything into consideration, I haven't taken it into the tri-state area!

You want to know my secret? Well, it's pretty god damn simple. Do what you want, when you want, and worry about the consequences come arraignment. You don't like the way that lady's looking at you? Poke her in the eye. That street light say red, but you don't feel like idling? Gun that sucker straight to the ER, son. Is it warm in here? I'd better remove my pants before it's too late. You wouldn't believe how many situations you can find to say that. That's just how a real man operates.

So next time you saddle up to some purty senorita and you want her phone number, do her one better and take the entire cell phone. Can't help staring at her boobs? Take a picture, what the hell's she gonna do? Shit, hit her over the head with a baseball bat and drag her home to momma. It worked for the cavemen, and you damn well bet it'll work for you!

So that's the ticket to happiness. Don't give a damn. Because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter know when to shut the fuck up.