awesome, disregard for “what-if’s.”
Admittedly, I remember doing things
in the danger department that still have
me sleeping with my light on when I
think about them now: hanging out in
sketchy parts of town with even
sketchier people, stowing away on
trains, taking enough LSD in one sitting
to keep an entire village staring at their
hands for hours, hiking off into the desert
with no water, no map, and a canteen full
of gin and tonics—my first priority being
fun, with thoughts of the consequences
trailing somewhere, if at all, far off in
the distance.
But I also remember diving into my
creative pursuits with the same reckless