fartman

Every day billions of people wake up and go about their lives. They do the same things they've always done, but they tell themselves that they will change soon. Every day, many of them die without ever getting around to that change. Not me, though.

See, me, I woke up today and I told myself. "Self, you know what, you're going to grow some tomatos. You've tried so many times before, but now is the time." and so I got together some sun lamps, some pots, soil, seeds, everything I would need and I set

to work to grow my tomatos. Everything perfect, everything researched. No risk of parasites, no risk of harmful weeds or pesticides. I would grow my tomatos. I would finish my quest to find inner peace. See, it might sound weird to you. Tomatos? Who cares

what's the big deal? Anybody can grow tomatos. But no, for me it's person. I've tried for so many years. I've tried and tried and tried, and I've never been able to grow a tomato that I could enjoy. But I'm a motivated man. I have to be a motivated man

Motivation is all I have left. If these tomatos don't grow, if these perfect little seeds in these perfect little pots don't sprout, I might just be done. I'll just be one of the billions in human history that will have died without acomplishment.

I don't want to die without accomplishment. Do you see now why I need to grow these tomatos? Do you see now why it's so important to me? It isn't about making a perfect BLT, or about adding something personal to a salad, or making a special sauce. No,

it's all about salvation. It's my only hope for salvation. Can a man like me really get into Heaven with such a shadow hanging over me? I doubt it. I'll be doomed to purgatory if I don't do this. These tomatos, they're my life. They're my only hope.
So please, tell me how to grow a Bradley.