Wednesday, August 28, 2013
"What was the worst mistake of your life?"
Ethan asked me that question last night at 1am.
I should've bought Google stock. I should've bid higher on those original blueprints of Fallingwater. I should've convinced Jennifer to get pregnant one more time. With triplets.
But that's all little stuff. I never turned down a Rhodes Scholarship to work at a Wendy's with my meth-addicted girlfriend with the Guns & Roses tattoo on her butt cheek.
I told Ethan, "Great question. I'd have to think about that."
He said, "That's good, because it means everything turned out okay."
He's a wise soul.