20 January 2000
fearlessness

I'm tired of doing the right thing.

Most of my waking dreams revolve around some completely irresponsible act... where I throw off the shackles of life's ennui and dive into a pool of risk. And as tempting as they are, for the last four and a half years, they remained two-dimensional dreams.

But not much longer.

A change of venue yesterday ushered me into a great talk with Bruce. Well, the words coming out of his mouth were great talk... mine could be described more accurately as "great vent". He did what Bruce does best: got me all fired up. He has this special way of kicking my ass at the same time he's lending me a hand to help me back up. When the conversation was over, I had ideas screaming in my head that even a day later are impossible to quiet.