As I write this after a creative evening of drinking, smoking, writing, and recording, I look one of my recent entries and it says, “Back in the gym after prison and it feels GREAT!” How far we’ve come in the last forty eight hours. Jocko Willink is right. If you don’t actively tame the raging mind and body with the leashes of discipline you will open yourself to falling in all kinds of directions. I chose to do what I did. (That sounds guilty!) But I’m not guilty. Well, more accurately, I don’t feel guilt. I chose to go in a different direction. (Well, now you sound like your covering up and making excuses.) No. It is said,”Excuses are the nails that built the house of failure.” What I should say is that I decisively chose to drink alcohol and record a new short rap. I drank to enjoy the indulgence more. I drank to be “light” in the moment and allow my creativity to flow free. Yes, I could’ve done this sober. It just wouldn’t have been as delightfully free. The heights of ecstasy would not have touched my senses. I would have enjoyed the song and my own creativity, but that’s like saying , “I went to church and had a good time.” Instead of saying, “I went to church drunk and danced, enjoyed the sermon, and connected with more people than I ever have.” (Before the whispers began.) Now sure, there is a strong argument for the power of habit and ones own practice of drinking and rituals like recording, but it is not my wish to bore you with the banal. The point is: One day you’ll be on par and the next in the bar. Sometimes you allow yourself to flow freely. Oh, I almost forgot. I also did a one hour comedy show in a prison.