23
Jul
I’m looking at this piece and saying to myself, “Damn, I wish I could still write like that…” But I can’t. When I wrote that, I was a lot more poor, unemployed and desperate than I am now. No money or success can replace the artistic edge that prolonged poverty & under-achievement gives you. Sad but true.
I always look back at stuff I’ve written years ago and think where did that funny smart guy go? Worst thing is I’m not yet a success by any measure so am still suffering for the sake of my “art” but it is not getting any better.
