“Chenault is very much a commodity of this upper class. She encompasses the American dream. She embodies this ideal that men either want to possess and own, or that women strive to be. It’s an interesting thing to appreciate her in that detached way, but I had to because I know there’s more to her.”
The scene I had just witnessed brought back a lot of memories – not of things I have done but of things I have failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back.
No matter how much I wanted all those things that I needed money to buy, there was some devilish nutrient pushing me off in another direction–toward anarchy and poverty and craziness. That maddening delusion that a man can lead a decent life without hiring himself out as a Judas Goat.