"Joe, what the fuck?"

This could even be a
Frequently Asked Question
in terms of just what I ask myself

The truth is, I scarcely know
what the fuck. Events and obstacles

lean out at me from the mists
of looming future dooms and I just

have at 'em, pretty much on instinct.
My reactions to any perceived opportunity

or threat are as instantaneous
as they are capricious. Rarely

can I look back and figure out why
I did what I did, specifically - or

even why I said what I said. But
in general, I'm pretty confident

it was the right thing. Sometime,

the only answer
to "what the fuck?" is

"fuckin' because, dude."