If you have read many of my earlier posts, you might have guessed that I not only engaged in louche lifestyles, I fully embraced them. Rake, yes, morally questionable, check, and not of reputable taste and decadent, absolutely. Sometimes it took great willpower to maintain it all. After all, I lacked the financial wherewithal to make it shine. I was too poor to wear the threads that bespoke elegantly seedy. I was poor man chic.
Sometimes I would fall into fits of pique that my aspirations were frustrated.
Eventually, despite my tremendous willpower, I slipped into more conventional modes of attire and behavior. I knew that I had humongous potential but could not fulfill my dreams.
It brought to mind the Robert Browning quote: “…a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”