When I was younger I wasn't exactly the most active of fellows. My brother used to come into the living room, which is this beautiful room with a high roof and a ton of skylights and windows so it's always light and amazing, and I'd be sprawled on the couch, not even watching TV, just lying there, soaking in the light of day. And a few times he said that in about 20-30 years, I would be a bum lying on some dock somewhere.
And it's weird, because this never especially bothered me. I mean, sure I'd be a bum, not contributing to society and just lying there all day, but on the upside, I'd be spending all day just lying there, sitting next to the whispering mermaid sea and under the wide baked sun, and I could watch the clouds and gulls go sailing by, and maybe someone would stop by and try to help me out or see what my deal is, and I'd meet all these new people, and guaranteed I'll have some sort of story to tell then. And I wouldn't have to worry about money or nothing like that, I'd have the sea as my bride and the sky as my son and that'd be enough, y'know?
I suppose the point is that I can think of a lot of worse things than living my life out at the end of a dock, as long as I'd be allowed to do so. As long as I have a typewriter. Naturally.
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