It was in this cubicle in 2007 that I launched some of my most creative work. I say creative, though I don’t equate it to success by conventional measure. Something grabbed me by the collar and pushed me out into the world without a way back.

I don’t know if it’s typical to think of life in chapters, but I tend to file things away with footnotes scribbled in the margins.

You never realize that one chapter has closed and another has opened until much later looking back. Unwittingly I’d already traded parking tickets, girls and indecision for a life of home-cooked meals, the comfort of a warm bed and a company hoping to make its mark.


It used to be very disorienting for me to talk to someone younger and to see myself in them. We repeat the same mistakes, we chase the same loves, we struggle we fail we rise again.