I need to take back control of my life.

I’ve ceded away far too much of it, obstensiibly  in regard to my recovery..  I’m done with floundering, and not producing.  I’ve NO reason to think that will change if I keep being so fucking docille.  I need better to remember, I’m NOT a nice person.  I’m fair; to a fault even.  But nice ?

It really only gets you walked all over, and people are too ready to yank you around, with no fear of repercussion.  

So, no.

I was a Hollywood Literary Agent , from 18985 to 1998, give or take.  THAT’S the Robert Drake I need to re member and resume.