Where an amateur attempts at divining somewhat passable insights.
I lucked out. A part-time job 15 minutes' walk from my place and working alongside awesome and laid-back people is already a godsend, but that it's at a bookstore sounds almost impossibly perfect. It probably is, so there go the chances for my inevitable biopic to become a box-office smash and critical darling because, aside from its low-budget production values and the main character's unrealistically good looks, the writing would seem much too far-fetched. Before I'm sent to an early grave by the overexcitement being surrounded by books so often will doubtless cause, I just want to say I love you all and not to worry because I go to my end with my funk on.