Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Day One: Recovery

Excessive drinking... It got the laughs and I paid the price. It was a good price though, a deal some would say. I even had enough money left over to buy a burrito.

All this fell on the coattails of failure; a job interview in a skyscraper gone horribly wrong. A silver fox asked me questions and i responded with confident blank stares. He probed further and i flashed a fantastic smile, akin to the anterior of those hokey "we're an old west town," buildings. However, failure and all its twisted logic quickly led me to celebration, and that ever reliable "fuck it" attitude. Thus we drank. Heavily.

The moments dance like ghosts across the back of my mind. These ghosts like to inflate my ego without concealing any details. I prefer this arrangement. I was never one for the details anyway. Give me the big picture! Am I in it? Even better! Now lets sell it, and start another one. What do you mean no one wants to buy it? Well, lets just leave it in the park and hope no one gets hurt.

When all was said and done... I had my first blog.

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