Then (I recall watching myself in slow motion) I punched the wall of the metal shipping container. I broke two knuckles. The big bosses were called in to have calm chats with me. I walked off set and went to see my meditation teacher, Tim, feeling deeply ashamed. I’d never behaved like this in my life. Tim laughed. “Perfect,” he said. “You lanced the pimple, you were the volcano that released the pressure valve. Let’s see what comes of it.”
