It was a couple of years ago and I had just started this profile. I was deeply into poetry and for the first time I felt like my time was running out. I had to make something of my life before my own life kicked me out in the streets and made me work at some place I hated to eat food I didn't want to buy and all the other things space monkeys do in Fight Club.
So I started a spoken word poetry circle in my former high school, started ignoring the people that told me that poetr is old and, most of all, dead, and in six months I won a poetry contest and ended up performing in the park of the house of a very important Italian poet. They paid for everything.
In that moment I knew that was the life I wanted and nobody can take that away from me. Try, and I'll come up with some other crazy idea.
So be weird, kid. Nobody ever noticed me because I was acting cool in a class of people acting cool.