chandler was 44 when his first short story, "blackmailers don't shoot" was published in the pulp magazine black mask
so i have five more years
once, i was fishing around behind a bath vanity to clear some trash out of the way, and stuck my fingers into the open end of an empty bottle to get a grip on it
when i pulled it towards me i saw that it was an empty rubbing alcohol bottle with an uncapped and used syringe inside, needle-side facing out, a little bit of cruddy liquid still inside the syringe
if i'd reached any further into the bottle i would have injected that mystery liquid into my finger
i thought to myself, "maybe this just isn't the job for me."
that was ten years ago
so all in all, i'd rather be a community manager