First, if I follow these silly ideas, I probably WOULD end up like Kramer, eating all of the food out of my neighbor's refrigerator! Second, poets don't make any money while they're alive, so although we'd get a kick out of Brad's poems from the wilderness, he would more than likely die penniless like Edgar Alan Poe.
The good news is that the older I get the more inclined I am (and I think all of us are) to follow some of these hair-brained ideas just for the fun of it. After all, when you get up around 40 (yeah, yeah, I know you have a few years yet Brad) you kind of quit caring so much about what other people might think of you. I think that's a good thing.
During the past year I recorded a few tracks for a rap album. I wrote an article for a major publication that unfortunately didn't make it to print (which was the initial feedback that I received). I went rollerskating around the neighborhood a couple of weeks ago. I'm the commissioner for a fantasy basketball league called the "Beastie League". And now I'm writing a blog with my brothers (that one is seriously questionable!).
The fact is, I'm having a good time. I think I can say with relative certainty that I'll never make a cent rapping or writing for anybody, but I don't really care. This is me, and I like it. It's a lot more fun than trying to be somebody that other people want me to be.
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