Your Life Isn't Out Of Control. It's

I'm Telling You, It's Fu**ing Hard To Be Classy

I Hung My Head. Ranger Was Next On The List. “yo,” Ranger Said When He Answered. “small Problem.” “no Kidding. Your Car Just Went Off The Screen.” “it Sort Of Burned Up.” Silence. “and You Know That Keypad You Gave Me? It Was In The Car.” “babe.

I Got Out Of The Elevator And Confronted Mr. Wexler. “killing Is Wrong.” “we Kill Chickens,” Mr. Wexler Said. “we Kill Cows. We Kill Trees. So Big Deal, We Kill Some Drug Dealers.” It Was Hard To Argue With That Kind Of Logic Because I Like Cows And Chickens And Trees Much Better Than Drug Dealers.

I Struggled To Learn Basic Skills, Get A Grip On Markets, Find My Own Unique Voice, Create Story Lines And Come Up To Speed With The Industry. I Struggled For Ten Years Before Having Any Success.

I Had An Alarm, I Had Nerve Gas, I Had A Yogurt. What More Could Anyone Want?