"Mildly psychotic ex-banker"
“Remember Womilee? I wonder what he’s been up to for the last decade and a half?”, said no one ever. I mean, who gives a fuck, right? And honestly, I respect that. With all the shit that came with going to bed young, hot, and well-oiled and then suddenly waking up to find greys ‘down-there’ and issues that actually require therapy, not weeklong benders, why should you care about a mildly psychotic ex-banker from 20 years ago? Well fuck you too then. I’m just kidding, un-fuck you … but seriously, how’s it all been going? Pretty rough right? I know, I know, me too. If 26-year-old Womilee met me, I guarantee seppuku by sunset tomorrow … there’s no way he’s down to deal with all the shit that’s coming. But even though that delusional prick and I are so different, we still share a penchant for melodrama and mental instability, or as it is continuously mistaken for; creativity. This mental condition creative spark has finally led to something I'm so proud of ... I've kept it hidd...