Tonight I’m feeling as thought the Max that wanted to go to an Ivy League school has been on a very long vacation and has come back in a drunken rage over how I’ve destroyed my life by not going at it harder in high school so I could go to one of the local magnet school and then upward from there. 

Then there’s Hippie Max telling Harvard Max to chill out; that if he’d have had his way, I’d be in Africa doing some kind of charity work but instead I sold out to work for “the man”.

Then there’s Magazine Intern Max who’s pissed off that I’m not even working towards doing something I’d enjoy for the rest of my life.

Then there’s Max… Tumbling at 02:00 because he can’t sleep.