Sunday "morning" brings a sore throat and a failed omelette. It's time to seriously face the fact that I cannot function in polite society. That is, I can not work at a job-job.
What does this leave me with?
Write a hit song (and by hit song I mean something like "God Bless America" that will pay royalties out the ass to not only myself, but to generations of my ancestors.)
Write a hit novel.
Shoot porn.
Win the lottery.
Hmmm... looks like I have a big day ahead of me.
What does this leave me with?
Write a hit song (and by hit song I mean something like "God Bless America" that will pay royalties out the ass to not only myself, but to generations of my ancestors.)
Write a hit novel.
Shoot porn.
Win the lottery.
Hmmm... looks like I have a big day ahead of me.
pilar:
did you win?