Man, what am I doing with my lifeeeee I can’t do anything—
I mean, prostitutes make good money, right?
And strippers? I guess the pimps and stuff is pretty bad, but I mean maybe I’ll have a knack for it.
Can I just be a hobo for the rest of my life? I don’t mind cramped spaces, and people will never approach me because of the smell, but I mean I don’t even like people much anyways—