Two Roads Ahead.

Ever since I was sent to jail for sending emails to someone, I have had pretty much two paths, set before me. I could continue trying the semi-normy one, and then I could start a lot further back, and maybe never make it ahead.

Or, I could really go for it, and go for some kind of entrepreneurial, or big artistic success. Since the first path had been taken from me, largely, unless I wanted to aspire to something that some jerk who didn’t even finish high school (and who cares, about high school, but, Still) would maybe aspire to. I’m not, sorry, guys, but I’m not a fucking store manager. I’m not a fucking middle manager, I’m not a fucking dropout. I’m a kick-out.