Military? No, medical and legal problems. College? No, no idea what I want to be. Action movie super star? Yes, if Arnold Swartzenwhatever can make millions of dollars off of a six pack and an accent, so can I. Minus the accent. And now he’s the government.
So what I’m going to do is get my driver license, get my car (already have one) and just drive to L.A. I will probably have to live out of my car for a while. I probably won’t have much success at all actually, but I am not going to settle for being in the 99%. Being anything less than millionaire is unacceptable. I can’t do it by getting a real job either because that conflicts with my other goal: to get laid and party all the time. How much partying were you doctors and lawyers and general success folk doing while you were in school? How much are you doing now? How much did Sylvester Stallone do? If I end up as a 30k a year loser when I’m 30, so be it. I tried. But what if. I finally know what I want, and I know how to get it now. Sort of. When I get there I won’t have anything other than a car, and craigslist to guide me. And who knows? Maybe I’ll do a few dramas and comedies along the way.