push yourself away from the table.
who knew this is where i’d find a home? that all those years of indecision turned out to be the school for this job–at the time this photo was taken it could be now called a ‘career’–and that as wasted a time as i may have thought it was, it wasn’t; it was just the preparation for a modicum of success. it is funny how life works (and then you die.) it might be an old canard, but it’s true, isn’t it? you’re only as good as your last ____.
but afterward, when ["trite phrase ahead" warning] it’s all said and done, you can only hope for that, a little success, a little renown (aka ‘envy’), some friends, some love, a roof, and a little happiness.