Meh.

It smells like garbage on the concrete. There are piles of bills on the counter that I cannot pay. I am at odds with myself, with success, with the great obsession for money, fame, prestige. People that I know who chase this dream, seem to me sonambulists. Empty. Once, I tried to point this out to one of them, and they became a vampire.


Here is what I am: I am a successful failure. I fail monetarily and so therefore, I am vulnerable to the criticism of this. You never have any money. Just get...