I wish I wanted to be a truck driver. There are so many truck driving jobs and the pay seems good. Also, it would be poetic to become a truck drive given that I’m broke because I’ve devoted so much time to crafting a memoir about an accident with a truck.
Alas, I’m almost certain that I won’t become a truck driver, but it would be cool to say: “Fuck you Fear & Tragedy, I’m the driver now!”
Which come to think of it, is pretty much what writing is all about.
Without the regular paycheck.