Six Months
Six months. That's how long I've been without income. Several thousand hours have been invested in all sorts of projects, but none have resulted in a single cent making its way to my bank account. That I've been able to get by for so long despite all the payouts to tax offices, lawyers, and the estranged wife is nothing short of astounding given my historic spending patterns. However, with liquid cash fast approaching zero and physical assets such as my guitar, camera lenses, and primary computer going up for sale to cover mortgage payments and other bills, I can't help but look in the mirror and ask the question that visits my dreams night after night: Is this what failure looks like?