It was a dismal and rainy day. The roads flooded with people who can't drive, and the stores filled with Black Friday leftovers. A nightmare come to life.
I pass through the isles with care, focusing on my mediocre grocery list, avoiding those who appear disgruntled about everything. I came to the realization that I don't want to become one of "those people". You know, those that had big dreams, but let them pass by, leaving them wallowing in a cesspool of self-pity. I can't let that happen.
I can't be the only person who stands in line daydreaming about the future, or skimming through the tabloids wondering what someone would write about me. I'm not a perfect individual, so I'm almost positive any number of things could be used out of context. But do I really want to be that famous where someone is rummaging through my garbage in the middle of the night? Hell yeah I do.
My daydreams aren't as simple as big fat royalty checks, or my own reality tv show. But I would like to have...