When I die, I hope you remember my words.
I hope you form an unimpeachable anthology, augmented with sketches and director’s commentary and deleted scenes and bonus features. I hope I make the front page of Reddit and they declare it “Learn to be Happy Without Being Satisified Day” in Evansville, Indiana.
But, God as my witness on the day I hope to meet him, I never decided to be a writer. Continue reading