No matter how degenerate, busted, destitute, dissipated, or beat I was at times, I always started each day with a list and a plan. I approached debauchary as a transcendent and transitional state, never as a permanent lifestyle. Temporary excess, combined with a little luck, brought you to the edge of the abyss as a tourist, not a full time resident. I am quite sure a list and a schedule, no matter how rudimentary, has saved my life on several occasions and kept me from being that guy shuffling along the street, talking to himself, and swatting at invisible flies later on. My list always provided me with a return ticket....
 

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