The real world shuts down almost all passion.
Paperwork kills creativity.
Rules by the bushel slow down achievement.
I AM GREAT! I am the greatest. In WWII I would have been the ace of aces. In the Civil War, the southern winner. In the Cold War, the mariner of peace.
I feel the ability bursting out of me. And all I can do, at the moment, is type about it.
I am waiting for a girl to tag me in.