I never had a plan for my life.
Never had a vision.
My dreams were all day dreams.
A more suitable alternative to the life
I was living.
Then, my day dreams turned to pipe dreams allowing me to talk as if I were already held in high esteem.
Regarded as the preeminent leader of leaders.
I told folks I had more money than the Columbian Drug Cartel.
I told them I fought Roberto Duran and played Blues Harp for Muddy Waters.
I tried to impressed barflies.
I told them I chased women with Warren Beatty and was proclaimed Shaman at Shirley McClain’s Peyote Ritual.
The barflies said, “You’re full of shit.”
And, I was.