Mastering the art of being a serial failure to get out of the loser loop. Failure is a familiar companion, a loyal pet I feed every day yet never rewards me with love. It is the understudy who always gets the lead, the phantom limb that twitches with a spectral life of its own. Success, a fleeting illusion, is merely the intermission of hope between acts of falling short.
Mostly fiction, right?
The club is fictional, yes.