Growing up

When i look back on my life I mostly see embarrassing indulgences. It's like I've perfected how to stay too long at the party. So, I continued to party and hang out well into my thirties, versus develop any kind of cogent aspirations for a life that would have sustenance and impact.

I just wanted to be loved, in a very egotistical and sycophant manner. Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll isn't just a lyric, it's a three-part recipe for escape - and that I did. Whenever I came into contact with a request or thought or crisis, I escaped into partying.

Later in life, I escaped into my imagination.

That is the 'ceiling' beneath my success. I run and hide.