I drifted and for that I am eternally sorry. In that time I contemplated becoming an attorney. It worried me that I didn’t have a more secure future, that writing might not sustain me financially in my old age. Fear can drive you to do many stupid things. It can rob of you of your sanity and send you down a dark and ever narrowing tunnel that eventually swallows you up. When the tunnel closes there are no remnants of dreams that blossom into fruition, these hopes wither and are lost, there are only the grooves in the path left taken.

If I had chosen law I would have died another lawyer and that is not to say that it is not a good life to lead. Many people are very happy to devote their lives to the law and are very good at it. My mother, two sisters and brother are such people however I am not such a person. Through the meandering road that has been my life I have come to one solid conclusion; I am a writer. There is no escaping myself and though I may never reach the heights of my favorite authors—Hunter S. Thompson, Tom Robbins, Jack Kerouac, etc.--I will continue to do what I was meant to do and that is simply to put words down on paper. The dream never dies if you are living it for better or worse and that will be enough to sustain me.