I work three days a week. The rest of the time I spend with my family. My wife and two daughters are the center of my universe.
I spend a great deal of time daydreaming, smoking pot (medicinal, mind you, I have a fairly severe problem with anxiety), drawing, taking walks in the desert, and taking pictures of what strikes my eye. Sometimes I just sit a make up stories in my head. Intricate tales filled with characters, plots, and angst. I dream of becoming something else. Of what I would have become if I had made a different decision here or gone a different direction there. Of the infinite possibilities that have come and gone along