No Tomorrow
When I was at Emily Carr, I had a strange attitude towards money.
The way I saw it – money wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered was what you produce – your art. Being in set design, I lived an breathed photographs of my final creations.
I framed those photos and put them up in my bedroom. It was all that mattered to me. It was a great way to keep focus on what I was doing. Especially considering everything else was going sideways.
I used to go out for 50-dollar dinners, by myself, because I thought I deserved a nice meal. I would treat myself to a 400-dollar jacket come winter. I hadn’t made a dime in two years, yet I was spending like I was Caligula.
In my head, I thought that I deserved all of the luxuries of life. I had my Kitsilano flat, my red Volkswagen Bug, my 200-dollar lamps – all bought on credit. Looking back on it, I wonder if I wasn’t a little crazy.
I just kept using my Visa for everything, because dammit, I deserved it! But when the monthly statements started rolling in, I’d just stuff them in a box without opening them, or throw them out.
Deep down, I knew this lifestyle couldn’t last forever though.


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