Time seems to move more quickly these days because I’m always trying to jam in as much activity as possible on a daily basis.

In my early 20s I had to strive and struggle as much as anyone else, but I spent most of my time daydreaming. Over and over I was saying to myself (a) “This situation vaguely sucks” and (b) “I’d rather be doing something else.” I spent my time watching movies or TV, taking road trips, chasing women, working as a tree surgeon and getting high or drinking in bars.

It was only when the writing bug kicked in that things began to take shape.