Mixing one-part Ambition with two-parts Anxiety makes one doozy of a cocktail… one I’m always gulping it down like a fool.
The concoction is caustic… burning its way down the spine with a hiss and a bone-jarring “POP!”.
It’s sneaky… letting Ambition numb the tongue only so Anxiety can cut it out.
And intoxicating… leaving one heck of a hangover to all nuts who imbibe.
I imbibe regularly.
I wonder if that means I’m drunk on dreams? I’d like to think so.