Loser No. 7

More than I can say that I love any other human being more than myself, I can say that I think I am pretty great.  This is not just ego.  when I sit down and consider myself, I am a little amazed that I exist.  It is too much to hope that existence would make anything even remotely as awesome as I.

More or less, I think I kick ass at most of what I do.  I can make a carbonara that makes bacon seem a divine and incredible thing.  i can do some pretty sweet suspended chord comping as well as the occasional pocket sinking chromatic walks.  And all on a cheap Mexican strat.  I built a smoker in my back yard.  This summer I will cure my own bacon.  I will use a combination of smoked piquins and chipotle.  I made a sort of barley malt/raspberry methlygyn that smells absolutely amazing popping away over there on my end table.

Unfortunately I am a failure–an unrepentant and legendary failure–at being able to forget you.

Fortunately, I am exceptional at drinking.  We all play our strengths.