The Sound of Success

I grew up in a poor family in a third world country. I don't have a problem calling those countries "third world" because, you see, things and words have only the value that people decides to give them and I have decided to not give that phrase much value or make a big deal about whether it can be degradant or not. Anyway, in this poor family of a third world country we did not hoard up fine scotch for anyone and I learned very early that successful men always held a glass of scotch in a hand, usually on the rocks. That sound of ice continuosly jangleing against glass was kept in my brain related to richness and power. Sometimes, when we could afford simply Coke, I would prepare myself a Coke on the rocks (no expensive scotch whatsoever... never) and walk in front of my mother shaking the glass, saying "Do you know what this is? This is the sound os success, mum!"

Now I could afford the scotch but it turns out that makes me sick... really sick. So, in this very moment that I'm very far from home with no returning date, I'm holding a glass in my hand: Coke on the rocks for me, of course and it still sounds like success!