I am washed up. I am a has-been.
The moment of zen, when I came to this realization, was when I was eating from a Styrofoam container, that came from my own garbage can. This discarded Thai food was more glorious than a Sunday dinner at the White House. But nonetheless, I had hit an all time low. I was eating old rice, that came from a trash bin, alone… It doesn’t matter what I did yesterday, or the day before, because today, I am a failure. Especially because I raided the trash some more and found more goodies, and ate them.