September 29, 1999: Un-erased treasures that cause blood
In 1993 I saw myself as being a free form wave maker who got things done—six years later, I stand on the shore looking back. What I see isn’t necessarily a chance taker but a survivor. What made me stick out six years ago was more than having long hair and feeding a need to generate energy—I was focused on turning anything into gold, taking everything to the extreme while helping to mend the shattered doors and bridges that leaped between two businesses in the same building pretty much doing the same exact thing. I chose to see us as one company not two—today, I feel as if I’m paying the price but licking wounds that don’t exist…yet I feel them lost somewhere in my soul.