It might suck--hell, at this point, it's definitely got suckage. Plenty of it. Assloads of it. But that's okay. It's allowed to suck. It's only the first draft. The rewrite is already looming on the horizon like some distant, approaching specter, but I'm cool with it. Like someone more clever than I am once said: "You can't rewrite a blank page."
Before I get started on the rewrite, I've got to focus on something else for a little while, get some of that heady stuff called "perspective." Rewriting something else, knocking out a quick short story, and getting started on the NEXT BIG THING. Yup, I've already got an idea brewing back there in the fear factory, and it, too, will kick ass. And there's family time I need to spend with my wife and kids. And there's the day job. And there are the personal goals I've set for myself (NO, NONE OF THEM INVOLVE BATHROOM SELFIES AND PHOTOSHOP...WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?). And, and, and...(ad infinitum). I'll get back to it soon enough, and draw all the suck-ticity out of it.
All for you, Damien...all for you (haha).