It fascinates me how I teeter, teeter, teeter between utter success and abject failure. I sometimes feel equally destined for a Nobel Prize and a Darwin Award. I mean, here I am three days into a job making six figures, three times what I was making previously, and what do I do after work? Sit here in broad daylight and do illicit drugs. What else?
The greater my possibilities, the worse my alternative outcome. I sometimes think that's what keeps me going: fear of disrespect, as if respect