And then there’s me, a skinny kid from the South with a shamelessly large vernacular, hoping to grow up and become a talk show host among the ranks of Carson, Leno and Letterman; a writer in the literary pantheon beside Salinger, Hawthorne and Burgess; a filmmaker comparable to George Lucas and Quentin Tarantino; and a songwriter drawing inspiration from Marley, Hendrix and Lennon; dreaming of applying to Ivy League schools with close to no chance of ever being accepted, who sees a hour and a half documentary and suddenly hopes to change the world.
What can I do for them? I can write.