Sitting on my bed I click to the on-demand channel to binge-watch. Adult Swim is an often picked channel. The Boondocks, Family Guy, American Dad, The Eric Andre Show, Rick & Morty, etc. remind me of the days of joking classmates and lengthy lectures. Back when I was a college student you can say that I was one of a kind. Having a thriving social life and seen as a sharp urban intellectual, one could see me as a soaring hawk targeting his prey after every wrong answer or contradiction. All I see now while staring in mirrors is a scuffling pigeon searching for crumbs on the ground.
As we speak I have the ability to write up to ten pages per day, minus forty college credits, and a high school diploma. I often wondered how that would look on a resume?
Continuing to binge I keep on turning to the composition notebooks inside my headstand. Every time my head turns in this direction a glow is drenched on these notebooks. It would be this same glow that was displayed every scene that featured that briefcase in Pulp Fiction. Since the age of twenty-one writing became the closes thing to watching sports and masturbation. To safely put it: outside of writing I'm a Clark Kent, but the moment the pen touches the paper Superman has arrived.
Speaking of writing, it's the only thing that has kept me grounded and in my place. Thanks to a simple journal I have transformed myself and the lives of many others. September of 2018 I set up a Blogger account on one of my emails. Fast-forward to having twelve blog series' in 2019 and the rest is history.
Communications was my major, but History was my minor (independently). With the ability to write, plus the love of these two subjects doing papers were a piece of cake. Good papers went inside this weird red folder. Decent or ok papers went in the garbage or just plainly forgotten. A low GPA and financial problems formed my downfall.
Only three things are missing: a job, a book deal, and a couple of published articles (via widely known platforms). I don't think I'm doing bad for a college dropout. Right? You can be the judge of that.
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