I cameraphoned this poster this morning, on the Bowery corner just where Bond Street begins (or ends, depending on your perspective). In fact, this de-motivational message couldn’t exist anywhere else in Manhattan, really. The verbatim, apostrophe-less message:

THEN IT HIT ME

im not going to be famous
i wont get to be a rock star
i am going to be stuck on the payroll
doing work that doesnt interest me
for a very long time

As I inch toward 40, I think this advice is starting to sink in. Hopefully others get smacked with this base realization earlier in life. In aid of that, the embiggered, easier-to-read version is on Flickr.