Objectively, I never knew what the fuck I was doing. It’s that simple. I went from one thing to another. I’ll never learn, and that’s my problem. Or my gift. I don’t learn things. I’m the first one to raise my hand high and say, “I don’t know.” Who wants to wallow in the pretense of knowing everything? What knowledge? What do I know, that I can sit with a pipe and expound on? I’m not Socrates.
