twenty-seven years and one million words
What a sh*tty day. Dropped my sunglasses on the Pacific Highway. Left my watch at home. Struggled at work, snapping at people. Then I had too much bourbon with my Thai. Bleah.
It has always seemed strange to me...The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.
—John Steinbeck, Cannery Row