Who knows what stirred my blood? All I know is that from an early age I've been addicted to change, novelty, and knowledge.
Growing up in rural Illinois, I found myself frequently bored. I would do ridiculous things to amuse myself and my friends, even at the risk of bodily harm and/or embarrassment. I've always maintained that if I'm not bleeding I'm not having fun. My friends thought I was crazy. I was just warming up.
Late one night, whilst sitting in a tree, I had an existential crisis. I said to my friend -sat below the tree- that I wasn't getting what I wanted out of life. He suggested that "It could be worse." to which I responded
"Yeah, but it
That was the first time I verbalized what I'd been thinking for a long time. What a lot of people call life -the wife, kids, picket fence and all- I consider more akin to life support. I want more.