““I think about failure a lot lately. Staring out of city bus windows at the passing streetlights. Scanning bar codes. Making chitchat with customers. I think about it. I’m afraid it’s in my blood. And time’s going by so quickly now. Somewhere between the motel rooms and minimum-wage jobs, between sleep and sitcoms, switching schools and dying relatives, I became an adult. But I don’t feel like much of one. I just feel lost in this city, carrying my dog’s ashes around with me, talking to ghosts, and working jobs that make my small dreams feel like the punch line to a very long joke.””
