Semi-Daily Scribbles

It was first take, out of the gate magic. You'd say it was beginner's luck, but that's such a cheap, throwaway line. Success like that, like what I had, didn't happen often. So naturally, stupid newbie that I was, I didn't think all the curiosity was a big deal. There I was, everyone's favorite flavor, and not once did it occur to me something else was at work. Didn't even bother to keep a diary so I could remember half the shit that went on. I was knee deep in everything I ever wanted, and I held you in the palm of my hand. Today, I would trade my soul to have a couple of those good years back. Something happened while I was preoccupied with all the window dressing. Blinded by the glitz and all I have to show for my 15 minutes is a bleeding ulcer. A lot of guilt, too. Of course the gravy train would keep on rolling. How could it not? Well, the wheels fell off and I have the answers to absolutely nothing. I've got to wonder if the man behind the curtain made an arrangement with The Fates to kick me off the mountain as soon as I got to the top. I mean, I fell hard. Really hard. I blew through all of my good stuff a dozen years ago. What happened?