I’ve come to realize there’s a massive difference between our 20s and 30s, that was never made clear to me…seems like an obvious concept? It wasn’t for me.
The dawn of delusion…
I remember sitting next to my brother when I was 23, at a place called Black & Blue in Albany, NY sipping a fine pinot noir, choppin’ up a tasty Ribeye, at a dinner I knew my Mom & Dad were paying for, n sayin’ to Sam (after feeling like my inevitable / potentially delusional belief in my future success was wrongfully doubted by him)…
shoves steak in mouth, chugs wine…
“When you’re 40 with a wife n kids, doin NOTHIN with your life, I’m gonna show up on your front porch Christmas morning n toss $100 bills at your bitchass, screamin “I FUCKIN TOLDDD YOUUUUUUU HAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!”
…that was on this night ^, all those years ago.
Sam had just graduated, the dinner was for him…but I was of course rambling about my own shit…Letters From Lucas come verbally too if you were wondering.
But I was dead serious. That statement …
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