Some people succeed, and some people are Jesse.
Once upon a time, Jesse got drunk and quit his job and left for Europe with his hipster friend for what was to be an eight month trip. Two weeks later I got a knock-knock-knock at my door and lo and behold, a scraggly, homeless Jesse was standing on my stoop.
Once upon another time, I awake to find a message on my machine saying Jesse got drunk and quit his job and bought a ticket to Vegas with the hope of winning it big at Texas Hold’m.
A pattern begins to emerge…