We all do stupid things from time to time, yet years ago I decided to revolve my life around one of them. You see, I have chosen the single most masochistic, cruel, and unforgiving career path imaginable.
I suppose there are worse decisions. Scraping up elephant dung at the circus seems rather thankless, as does low-end streetwalking type prostitution. But, in many ways, I have decided to both toil in filth and whore myself.
What was this idiotic decision?
I became a writer.
