A New Beginning by Steve-O

I found this a long time ago and it is so beautiful and I was amazed and kind of proud in a weird way. I don't take any credit in writing this, it's all Steve-O and I am posting it here to share it with other fans. I saved it on my computer a while ago and can't find the original blog I got it from so I am just going to post it on my blog. Enjoy.

A New Beginning
Hey everyone, the last three blogs I wrote were mean. Hell I was wrong about the guy anyway, he doesn't even know those dudes. It's all good. Please everyone back off of the dude, he didn't do anything. I want us all to get along and be friends. I was going to save it for scrolling in the credits of Paparazzi Stuntman, but, I just wrote something that's really special. It's going scroll in the credits of Paparazzi Stuntman. Here's a sneak peak:

I've been waiting for this moment for some time, although I had no idea what I was going to write until today. I told this story last night, a story about a night turning into day in Mexico. The year was 2001, and I was on a cocaine binge and watching television. I was watching live news covering an execution. I was absolutely glued to the television, waiting for a man to die. This man was responsible for a famous bombing in Oklahoma which killed a lot of people, including many children, there was a day care center in the building. This guy was a major loser, a loser who wanted to be important. I know all about it, because it was a good eight hours that I was watching television before he actually died. This guy was granted his choice for his final meal, which was two tubs of mint chocolate ice cream which he completely finished.

The death room had those walls of windows that you can only see through one way, behind the glass were three rooms, one for government offficials, one for media, and one for family members of victims, people that had no reason to be there but to watch a man die. They can't show people being executed on television, but they can show people telling you about it. This asshole waltzed into the death room where he declined his opportunity to speak his final words, then handed a handwritten note to a government official to read on his behalf. The letter was very arrogant, it said he was sorry that people died, and followed his apology with the words, "That's the nature of the beast." The letter ended with some quote in which he called himself the "Master of his fate." Taxpayer money paid that official to read those words.

He never spoke in the death room, or blinked an eye-- he sat down and enjoyed such a painless death, that the mutherfucker never blinked an eye, he died with eyes still open. Now, here's my problem with this, not that the man wasn't made to suffer more, rather, that I was watching, along with millions of others. This asshole was the most famous man on cable news networks all over the world, he had to be, they were all running continuous live coverage of him for all those hours leading up to his death. The shitbag knew it, too, the whole world was sucking his dick, and he died completely painlessly while they did. Now, let me share a fact-- it costs six times the taxpayer money to execute a man, painlessly, and make him the most famous guy on TV. That, personally, pisses me off. I don't even know which of those vulgar realities pisses me off the most.

Death is something that it's not acceptable to so speak of on our half of the planet, the mere mention of the word immediately obligates the mentioner to attempt to find humour in complaining about taxes. I got news for you, not everyone pays taxes, and those jokes are never funny. I think the majority, if not, a whopping percentage, of western people really put a great deal of effort into avoiding thinking about dying, and probably every last one of them think the same last thought as a result. They think, "Fuckin shitter, why didn't I think of this?" A wise band sang some words like, "It's better to regret what you have done, than to regret what you haven't done." There's also the classic, "There's no such thing as a failure who keeps trying." My favourite one of these sayings is so special, I'm not coughing it up just yet.

I personally like to think about deliberately spreading enough joy to others, and having my butt kissed for creating all sorts of silly stuff that not only spreads joy, but lasts forever as well, that I can die in virtually any horrible circumstance, and die with a smile, thinking to myself, "This sucks, it sucks really bad, but, I fucking won! I did it! I am going to be the fucking man forever!..." I remember a conversation I had with a marine biologist, I had been drunkenly rambling to her something along the lines of these words." I'll never forget it, sharing my boastful claims of how I would be immortal, because I made people happy with shit I made that lasts forever. This marine biologist girl looked at me, shaking her head with disgust, and telling me something like, "You are so fucking self-centred and egotistic, you think it's all about you. You only care about your self, and you think you're so important because you've got some video tapes that will outlive you. You don't get it, you're not the only one whose going to live on, you're not the only one that's important. I'm going to live on as well, and I'm important, too. I'm important because every time a fish nibbles on a coral reef, I will shine bright, full of life, because it was me that kept that coral reef there for that fish to nibble on."

You don't have to be famous to be successful, and it's real, real easy be famous and a total loser. Not everybody wants to be famous, as a matter of fact, I'd say the majority of people don't. The biggest problem out there is not figuring out what you want. Not knowing what you want is what leads to thinking bad last thoughts, to laying on you're deathbed and figuring out you lost. The meaning of life is simple, pick one! The purpose of life is to wrap your head around the shitty fact that we all have to die, so that you can die in peace, with a smile. The only way to do that is to figure out what you want, and achieve it. It's impossible to hit a bullseye, if you're not even aiming at a target. Figure out what it's going to take to die believing you lived the life you wanted to have lived, when it ends. So now, for the magical saying, "It doesn't matter what you want, it just matters how bad you want it." Think about how much it sucks that we all have to die, think about it every day, that will lead to figuring out what you want. Once you know what you want, want it bad enough to get it, so that you can die with a smile. Die smiling while you think to your self, "I did it, I fucking won!"

Now, for the purpose of all of this, when I wrote that essay in my "Early Years" video, I was bitching about all of the burden of fortune and fame. I was arrogant and self centred, and I still am, probably always will be. I've decided to work on being just an all-around better person. In the last essay like this, I said that, if you see me, tell me, "I'm you're second biggest fan". I'm not into that anymore, I don't want to meet fans, I want to meet people that got off their asses and deliberately lived the lives they wanted to have lived when they died. I'm really, really fucking sick of douchebags coming up to me everywhere I go. Why bitch about it, I ain't trading it in! I do get worn out by all of these douchebags, so, if you see me, it would sure improve my day if you told me, "Hey, Steve-O, I'm gonna die with a smile." I love you all,