Paper Tigers, Paper Foxes, and Paper Gowns…

I skipped school a lot. I mean a lot. In the early nineties, in my town there were two roads. One to college and one to a trailer park. I wanted neither. Oddly my choices led me to a path less traveled. I saw the world, I learned a trade, and I learned everything was a choice that had a result. Failure was just something written on paper by somebody else. I could either learn from my experience or be paralyzed into a vicious cycle of rinse, wash, and repeat. Some years, I learned and other years, I wasted time doing laundry. Failure is a positive consequence to avoid being eaten by paper tigers, to outsmart paper foxes, all while wearing a paper gown.