What is an Upgrade?

For me it came down to one question.  In my life did I want to be simply and admirer of style or an architect?  And there was my problem, it takes money to do anything worth doing. I have been told that I am a throw back, to what I’m not entirely sure.  If I was to state my opinion about how to reach the paramount of “success”, I could tell you nothing.  I live in Hippie Hide Away with my mother, a dog, and two cats.  I can however tell you how I would want to become famous.  By through some acknowledgement to old blue eyes, I want to do it my way.  I want to eat up some doubt and spit it out.  I want to throw down in fisticuffs with doubts.  In my own mind I draw a very clear line between doubt and insanity.  How does this jump occur?  Well it bounces off of my belief.  The sound conviction that you have to be crazy to succeed.  Not all encompassing, lithium drip padded room.  No! Delightful madness, of the order of Hunter and Kerouac, a little outside the box thinking like my man, George Orwell.  A bit of insanity is needed to be remembered by western world.  I believe when it is effective they “upgrade” you to eccentric, and then here will be many accolades to follow.  Morals, motive and plot be damned, full speed ahead.