When I realized that, I was kind of like... "Right, well.. what... what now?" and my heart kind of sank. It was like the end of being truly young or something. When you're young you believe any kind of shit about your future and everyone tells you can you do whatever you want and you really think like "YEAH!" and it will be that easy. I mean yeah I can be an artist and and writer, anyone can. I am one now - but being a successful artist and writer who doesn't have to work at a lousy cafe' to pay the rent for their lousy house is another story. The 'Struggling artist' idea doesn't appeal to me like it does to some of my peers. In my youthful dreams I didn't factor in the struggle, the hard work or the potential failure. I wanted to skip all that, but I think I'm smart enough or old enough now to know it is inevitable. God damn!
By the way, meet my dog Soda, looking dejected in the bottom right of the above photo. He is a serious Simple Simon but I love him anyway.