“My guy, let me tell you about my motherf@#king planner. That’s right son, it’s a calendar with space for notes. It’s not a real daytimer, this is some s@#t I bought at the dollar store. The cover looks like fake leather. It has the days written down in it, one for each f@#king page son. I carry it with me where ever I go, and I write s@#t in it. Nobody cares what you write, it’s a planner not f@#king Tolstoy. But when everyone else is pulling out their phones to take notes and check their calendars, I pull out my cheap s@#t planner from the dollar store. Motherf@#kers are like, this is a choice individual. Our upcoming appointment was just written the f@#k down on paper. This guy cares about me and what we are doing in the future. I feel cared for. Then I show up to the meeting, and right next to that appointment, I take more notes. Then if I want to see what I did the last time we had a meeting, it’s all f@#king there s@#thead.”