My career path

Alright. It’s settled.

Life is so damn short. People keep saying the world is going to end. I think it isn’t.

But what if it does? The earth doesn’t have to blow up for the world to end. There doesn’t have to be an epidemic of some highly contagious terminal disease.

For my world to end, all it takes is for one person to die, me.

It could happen at any time by some fluke of nature or simply being hit by a car.

So why am I spending my time worrying about all this useless shit?

I don’t care about nice cars or big houses or any of that bull-crap. I want experiences. I want to LIVE.

I need to be a rockstar, man. I don’t want to go through university, breaking my brain to study something that doesn’t intrigue me.

I want to be in front of people, singing my heart out, tossing myself back and forth across a stage.

I only get one life.