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Banish The Dowts: Just Do It
The darkness visited our hero today, and left this at his doorstep.
It’s doubt, that’s the problem. Doubt. Dout? Dowt would be a better spelling.
Anyway, I want to do it. I CAN do it. But I get all these dowts about it. Fucking child. Pussy. Stinking little whining pussy. Get on with it. Do the fucking thing. Do it. Ha! Just do it!
This’ll work: “Remember Nike. Just Do It.”
At that moment of dowt,
Think of nowt,
Just look at your shoes:
Nike.
Nikey as the Yanks say. Nik-eh as the Greeks said. Whatever. I just have to know it’s right. This is the only way. The only solution to the problem. I’ve thought about it. I’ve written on it — I mean, look back through these pages — pages of thinking it all through, and what do we have?
1 conclusion.
1 solution.
1 action that only I can take.
If only I can overcome these dowts.
What are the dowts? I don’t know.
I can feel them. I can smell them. But I can’t tell you. YOU! Scum. You’ll use them against me in my moment of need. But all I NEED do is look down — to my shoes. Nikey. Just…
