There’s no denying it. My physical personality was lost in one crazy badass netherworld of misremembering for the first forty-seven years of my life. My inner personality was getting body-slammed by my physical one while I was building my egocentric world. I like to say I was a religious, capitalistic slave, immersed in a vat of distorted values. And here’s the thing: that is a realistic description of the physical image I created through years of business conditioning and knee-jerk personal choices.