I’ve been down. I’ve got more drugs in my system than Charlie Sheen. I’ve had bigger breakdowns too.

I’ve been up. This is no small city, and despite my down-and-out status, it’s still in love with me. I could, quite literally, get away with murder.

What have I learnt?

Only one thing:

I am nothing more, and nothing less, than whatever I currently am.

Know this, and only this. The rest is subjective.

Bless.