This morning I woke up to the coolest letter I can ever imagine getting from a teacher. I’m partly disturbed and partly stoked that kids would rather read my dribble than actually learn something from one of the great pillars of literature, and that now I could be a role model, simply because I like to get drunk and naked in public. Seriously though, I hope along the way even just one kid sees that anyone, even narcissistic morons with the social conditioning of a two year old like me, can actually create and produce something other than spit, bile and vomit.