Unless I suddenly became a threat to the society, I’d suffer nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Lippincott, on the other hand, carried the weight of failure. Fortunately for him, I had other reasons riding my ass to stay motivated. Most notably, the fact that, at any moment, every muscle in my body could lock up and seize, including my heart, and throw me into cardiac arrest. So, yeah, I felt the pressure.
