Nixta Sinks

Since I started work about 11 and a half years ago, by a rough calculation, I have earnt (or rather, been salaried) about $1,000,000 USD. Give or take $100k. All pissed away. That's Gross, of course, and gross. Yet I still rent (the New York way), am in debt (sorry! not for much longer, I promise!), and right now at least am tremendously hungry.

That doesn't take into account inflation, nor lunch. Breakfast would be a start.

It's so depressing.

At various stages in that time, of course, I've travelled to a few far away places, got married to absolutely the right person, had a number of outrageously decadent and superb holidays, bought and crashed a car, supported the arts, scientific research, one widow, and Save The Children, kept a roof over my head and the tobacco and drinks cartels in business, built a library of books, music and film, part-funded a fashion-line, been screwed out of (back)pay by a startup I got involved with, and out of a bonus/payrise by a company I gave 5+ years to, lost a father, worked in London, New York, Sydney, Denver, Melbourne and Cambridge, helped a few fledgling careers, dated a woman with only one opposable thumb (the other was a mutant finger, which may have been "opposable" but certainly wasn't an "opposable thumb" - what a stoner freak she was), and made an indecent number of very intelligent, patient, succesful and remarkably solid friends who for some reason answer my calls.

I should stress less.

Right. That's over with. Who's up for a soup-run to the local shelter? Those homeless orphans aren't nearly hungry enough, and some of them seem to be putting on weight.