whenever i tell people my poison of choice is whiskey they always ask me if i'm a writer. i smile and give a cute girly giggle, "no, i'm not a writer but thank you!" 10 years ago i may not have been drinking as much as whiskey as i do now (i drank, my family never hid alcohol nor were we prohibited from having any) but i did write... a lot. in fact, i've been published and have won awards. i was depressed and lost, black hearted, ridden with anguish, a tormented being punished with hate, nooooobooodddyyyy understaaaaaaandsssss meeeeee. not really, in fact, a lot of my shorts were about how much i hated people like that. i was an extremely depressed soul and i respected it, i never tried to whore it out and actively worked towards appearing to be a normal person. i did that so well that i never actually learned to do it correctly. yes, i'm a superficial douchebag. but anyway, just like anything else iv'e done in my life, i took myself as far as i would allow in writing before having the opportunity to meet failure. therefore, i've done and learned absolutely everything i've ever wanted to but i never became as good at any of it as i could have had i fully pursued any single one. c'est la vie.
for the rest of my life i'll tell everyone i've been published, won awards, had several gallery shows, got into a few good schools, studied ample amounts of literature, pursued religion and philosophy, learned a couple languages, and spent most of my life learning anything about anything. too bad my memory sucks so much. don't do drugs kids, unless they're synthetic and improve your cognition and enhance your objectivity, then it's ok.
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