The pressure of success got to me. My wife, Alice, was the sole thing in my life that anchored me. Suddenly, it was enough. I couldn't write anymore.
I distracted myself with wild parties and whever trouble I could scare up. I wallowed in the drama of my life, sure that Alice would stick with me, even though she didn't sign up to be the lifeline of a tortured artist. It was my dumb luck she's not the type to give up.
American Nightmare Manuscript Page - Observatory - Pressure
