I think somewhere around the middle of high school the storyline started to really fall apart and now in it I’m at various times a successful and likeable actor/astronaut/musician/academic/author/just a salt of the earth everyday guy that everyone somehow has respect for and comes to for advice/race car driver/activist/underground resistance fighter. And I’m also magnanimous and generous, but somehow also dishing it out to the all the wankers I have to deal with.

I think after the exhaustion of adulthood and fuckwits and my own mediocrity the quality and vividness of my daydreams has dulled to just a kind of cartoon version of me having a much better time or telling someone who’s done me wrong to fuck themselves.