The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery a metaphor for a proof a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths and oneself for an oracle is inborn in us.
By the time I was 30 nobody would work with me. I was friendless I was hopeless I was suicidal lost my family - I mean it was bad. Bottomed out didn't know what I was going to do. I actually thought I was going to be a chef - go to work in a kitchen someplace.