"I woke up the next morning in a motel room, by myself, in the same clothes I had been wearing the night before, with an empty quart of Jim Beam on the bedstand beside me.
Why that time was different from any of a hundred times before, I don't know. But as I was staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I heard my own voice say, 'that's enough, darling. This shit has got to stop'."
Ms X. In Bakersfield, recounted by #StevenPressfield in Going Pro, 2012


