Your Phone Is a Slot Machine and You're the Lever ​

You ever catch yourself mid-scroll and you don't even remember picking the thing up? Your thumb just knew. Muscle memory. The hand betrays the man.

That's not an accident. Somebody in a glass building got rich making your thumb do that. Pull the lever. Maybe it's a dog. Maybe it's a war. Maybe it's somebody you went to high school with selling supplements. Pull again. Find out.

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I drew a comic about doppelgangers once — you, watching a slightly worse version of yourself slide past on the feed, doing the thing you swore you'd quit. That version of you is winning, by the way. He's got way more screen time.

Here's my whole entire self-help program, free, no email signup, no course:

Put it in another room. Yeah. The other room. The one with the door.

Now your hand's got nothing to do. Spooky, huh. Quiet. Almost like a feeling showing up. Don't make a list about it. Just let it sit there and be a feeling.

Then go outside. Who's down for some disc golf.