I had not the patience to carry out any of the measured, stepwise processes deemed necessary to ensure a surfeit of success in this life. My behavior had always been precipitous at best. Living was a recurring series of setbacks – a chronic condition to be endured while awaiting the unspoken promise of rescue to be fulfilled.
To this end I did my best to maintain a cheerful disposition and not limit the avenues by which Providence would deliver me from the consequences of my manifold crimes. I expended a great deal of energy holding forth my steady watch over the spinning world of fluid circumstance. I counted my sobriety a light burden to lay down in the service of this vigilance. It was a necessary expense to provide a measure of lubrication for my mental machinery already so heavily taxed by the vicissitudes of a misspent youth.
To this end I did my best to maintain a cheerful disposition and not limit the avenues by which Providence would deliver me from the consequences of my manifold crimes. I expended a great deal of energy holding forth my steady watch over the spinning world of fluid circumstance. I counted my sobriety a light burden to lay down in the service of this vigilance. It was a necessary expense to provide a measure of lubrication for my mental machinery already so heavily taxed by the vicissitudes of a misspent youth.
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