Cracking blog post on addiction, from one of the best titled blogs ever

During one of my worse periods, I was working at this job in a bank. I had been out of work for months beforehand, claiming I was living life as an artist but actually just exploiting the kindness of friends while I wrote fucking terrible poetry, took mediocre photographs, and put away Sauza Gold like that was my job. I thought my life was going really well. But people were always on my case, man, get a job, pay the rent on time, they didn’t fucking understand how my genius was my exemption from all that mundane shit, man. So I got this job as a bank teller. I lasted about three and a half months.

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