There are bad things out there.
Hell, there are bad things in here.
Temptation surrounds us.
It’s like everybody on the planet has a vice
– and I’m not talking Vance.

I’ve got friends who gamble,
who smoke, who fill themselves with grease or sugar.
There’s one fellow who shoots up essential oils on a daily basis. Everybody has a vice.
Me: I maintain a superiority complex
unjustified by even the thinnest strands of evidence.

I spend days deciding what the world owes me
because of my natural wits and wisdom
and my charm and adequate looks.
I am astonished
how things don’t constantly go my way
considering how worthy I am.

It is not a vice that has served me very well
at any point in my life.
This sense of superiority is unearned
but it is powerful.
As far as vices go,
it is perhaps the greatest.