I have courage. I'm not afraid of making mistakes. I used to be. But now I'm not. I make mistakes. We all do. We don't have to be perfect. That's what I tell the police officer standing over me at 4am in the morning when he discovers me passed out underneath some bushes in downtown Brooklyn with an empty bottle of bourbon beside me. It's organic, I say, motioning to the bottle. No hangover, the guy at the liquor store told me.