Stolen from Irish Geisha…>

If I could be a scientist…
I would study mental illness. Or the basis of the physical universe as rooted in numbers. Either way, I would fuck something up, cause I don’t have the patience ot run experiements right.

If I could be a musician…
Oh, would that I could be a musician.

If I could be a doctor…
Back to mental illness. Or some sort of criminal psychology. Degree optional… Oh, wait!

If I could be a Painter…
Abstract expressionism. Jackson Pollack all the way, baby. I love the Dali surrealism, but I just don’t have that thinking mechanism in my head, and I’d end up hacking from others. Much like my writing.

If I could be an Innkeeper…
Can I be the guy who tells Joseph and Mary that there’s no room, so the pregnant woman has to go sleep in the filthy barn, endangering her life and that of her unborn baby? I have little patience for the general masses, and I think getting away with that (and even being made famous in the best-selling book ever) would be fun.