I stood on the downtown platform. I’d never sung in public before. I was so nervous that I couldn’t find my voice. I wasn’t exactly mute, but I wasn’t fully singing either. Then an old lady came up to me. I’m pretty sure she was an angel. She told me: ‘Sing Whitney Houston.’ Siamese Once upon a time there was a girl who really loved books and cats poster. Then she stood there, and kept saying: ‘Louder, louder, louder,’ until I was singing full volume. I made $60 that day. And I got so much positive feedback. Now I’m singing four days a week and making enough to provide for me and my daughter. And I get so much love. So much love. So, so much love. Ten years ago I started a company. It wasn’t a unicorn or anything, but after a few years it was worth a couple million dollars. And that was enough for me. I never wanted to be Bill Gates. All I wanted was financial security. And I thought I had achieved it. We had a deal on the table. It seemed like a sure thing. It got so far along that I was sketching out my retirement. But at the last moment it blew apart, and we never recovered.
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Last Friday I called a personal bankruptcy attorney. I haven’t even told my wife yet. I want her to know the truth, but I don’t want to freak her out. The stress is fucking killing me. And I just turned sixty, so I’m grappling with the notion that I might not be employable. Siamese Once upon a time there was a girl who really loved books and cats poster. After being successful for my whole life suddenly I’m a failure. But I’m trying not to let the dark side take over. I’m fighting off suicidal thoughts. I’m measuring my success by how well I can keep my humanity in the midst of this trauma. If I can maintain respect for other people, it helps me feel better about myself. So I’m trying not to snap at anyone. I’m trying not to be vicious with my wife. If I can’t be a successful person right now, at least I can be a good person. And that’s a form of success.