Damn yo, I walked up in here and got straight DE-PRESSED. Let me lighten it up. I've never been much of a good student. In high school I was an artsy-fartsy type masquerading around as a jock. I fucked off with my studies quite a bit. Never was great at math or science. So I won't be providing planet Earth with a cure for some debilitating disease, and I won't come up with some new formula that'll help us understand the world better. And I can't dunk. But check this out--I have this ability to use letters to make words that convey thoughts and emotions. Then I can connect a bunch of those to make sentences. String a couple of those nifty suckers together and I've got a whole paragraph. Start locking them in place and then--I can create beauty! It's fucking awesome. I'm okay at it, and I'm trying to get better. I'm not gonna sit here and fool myself--I've got a hell of a long ways to go as a writer... Like, a long way! But I've had people who have read my work say that it affected them or made them feel something in some way. Truth is, even just one person who says something like that makes me feel like what I do is worthwhile and has an impact on society. If even just a small one. But one of these days, it's going to be a big one! Just gotta keep working hard.