On Clichés:

Sometimes I’m offended at how squarely I fit into the stupefying cliché of “youngish white male with the innate belief that he’s talented and destined to achieve some kind of artistic glory and also get to own a sports car at some point in his life and maybe a nice house in the country and he’ll end up getting married and have two kids but not before he has unrestrained libidinous sex with many beautiful women and good drugs too” that it makes me nauseous.

I’m just going to become a mediocre carpenter and call it a day.