I remember every flight I went on, until about the age of twelve, when ever I was asked what I wanted to drink I said chose grapefruit juice. Grapefruit juice and what I thought I was asking for(grape juice) are two entirely different things as you well know if you have tried them both. Looking back, I don’t know why I didn’t learn my lesson. It is also a mystery where my parents were in this whole ordeal, are they not supposed to look out for my best interest? At that young an age no less. Maybe they wanted me to learn that lesson by myself in which case I did a terrible job.

In my defense, grapefruit juice is the most confusing of all the juices.

I want to go to LA and stand on Hollywood Blvd. dressed as a superhero taking pictures with people for tips…just enough money to break even on gas. This seems like a great adventure.

I want to participate in some sort of rally or protest, picketing and all.