I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy,
I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled
into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make
for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too
hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and
to be left alone.