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19. Not bad.

Still got my twenties ahead of me. Full of opportunity and crushing defeats.

10 year plan:

20-22: World famous pop-punk band. Two albums of fine hits. Lots of money. Massive street cred for not wearing Vans or playing Fenders. Depart bitterly citing creative differences. Never return to scene.

22-23: Critically acclaimed and world famous indie rock band with aluminum guitars. One album then fade into oblivion forever.

23-25: Join insanely popular over-the-hill independent rock band as the "crazy" new guy, who saves said band from massively depressing slump. Release solo record of tape loops, noise, and big doses of drone art-rock.

25-28: Write novels and tour the world being called a "genius." McSweeney's and the New York Times alike champion my intellect and poetic and poignant usage of the story of the time I shit my lack-of-pants while fucking.

29-30: Make a strange black and white film which nets many options to work for major studios on big budget projects, while Newsweek calls me a "Renaissance Man."

Twenty-year plan:

31-40: Post daily on EA, grow more crotchety, pray for death.

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Steve V. wrote:19. Not bad.

Still got my twenties ahead of me. Full of opportunity and crushing defeats.

10 year plan:

20-22: World famous pop-punk band. Two albums of fine hits. Lots of money. Massive street cred for not wearing Vans or playing Fenders. Depart bitterly citing creative differences. Never return to scene.

22-23: Critically acclaimed and world famous indie rock band with aluminum guitars. One album then fade into oblivion forever.

23-25: Join insanely popular over-the-hill independent rock band as the "crazy" new guy, who saves said band from massively depressing slump. Release solo record of tape loops, noise, and big doses of drone art-rock.

25-28: Write novels and tour the world being called a "genius." McSweeney's and the New York Times alike champion my intellect and poetic and poignant usage of the story of the time I shit my lack-of-pants while fucking.

29-30: Make a strange black and white film which nets many options to work for major studios on big budget projects, while Newsweek calls me a "Renaissance Man."

Twenty-year plan:

31-40: Post daily on EA, grow more crotchety, pray for death.


Good plan. I can see you as a future zom-zom.
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