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I had just stopped drinking and carrying on like, well, a drunk...
I had an opportunity that is not afforded to many who find themselves addicted to the bottle...
I could go back to school...
And I did...
To become and accountant, if you can believe such a thing...
But I also decided that in order to survive the tedium routines involved with accounting, I would follow my dreams...
I had three passions growing up that I always talked about but rarely acted upon. I wanted to write, I wanted to perform and I wanted to involve myself with the passion that runs through all I do; politics....
I set a standard for myself that, I felt, would justify the pursuit of my dreams to family and friends. I would swore that I would make money in all three areas...
Remember, I was about 25 at the time and I had no prospects since I had basically burned every bridge I had throw my self destructive "era"...
In other words, I had to make it on my own...
I am happy to say that now, after twenty-five years, I can safely say that I made money, not a lot, but enough to justify what I did...
Sure I can't afford that special house that my Friends all are proud of, I don't dress as well as other 50 year olds that I know and I certainly don't drive the snazziest car in the parking lot...
But I am okay with myself...
It was never about the money, although I won't deny that I sometimes look back and wonder what I would have become if I had put as much energy into accounting as I had into my three dreams...
But it passes real quick when I pick up my guitar, or write something and see my name in print or get a phone call from a distress candidate looking for help...
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