Nobody wants to fail. I'm nobody. Success seems like a heavy burden. If you work for money, how do you make artistic decisions. Of course if you don't, who buys the groceries? Life has just always washed over me and I've never wanted for anything. Not for long.
Somehow I've managed to make every mistake at my disposal and I'm still standing. Almost every mistake. Almost standing.
Secrets, I figure, just make your heart anxious.