The cataclysmic events of the last few days has Me reflecting on my life....



It was clear, early on, I had a monstrous Intellect and would achieve Great things in life, provided I didnt fucking Croak first like the Doctors said after my first Fracture and surgery (see Leg cast above) and my parents received the diagnosis. By Age 5 I was reading at the level of a 13 year old....I am 15 months above...



I was an exuberant soul, clearly able to galvanize those around me to achieve exceptional results...the hallmarks of a successful executive.



I was sucked in to the IZOD craze of the early 1980s, which taught me MANY marketing lessons that stuck, and which I used later on ... At age 15 (above) I was already thinking big, but in the above picture, the first thing on my mind was the Puerto Rican Slut I just finger fucked in the Shopping Mall Parking lot in her Mom's car. Here I am about to tell my Brother all about...."Yo, smell my finger dude...."



Graduation, 1992. With a Degree, some Money (that I earned in between my final two Semesters), a full head of hair, and all the ambition in the world, I headed out to the West COast to assume a marketing position with an International Conglomerate....within a Year I was on my way....



15 years later, I am a semi-retired, burnt out, debauched, jaded, hedonistic, substance loving, whore loving pervert. Where did it all go wrong?