A year before that I married the girl I still love, but never brought home enough to give her the life I believe she deserved. She never complained and seemed to enjoy her job as a college administrator, but I just felt I had to do more. As the business failed I took to drinking and basically drove her out of my life. We chatted from time to time after our split, but it always opened the wounds of failure and regret, so I held her off until she finally met somebody else.
Needless to say, the year my marriage and ambition imploded was not a good one. I took an efficiency apartment in Atlantic City and continued to drink. Fortunately, I was able to limit my addiction to evening hours, which enabled me to work fairly competently during the daytime in a busy shop that repaired computers and i
