I wonder if I'm gonna retire as a magazine wank or if my future holds something else.

I'm not implying I'll be leaving Jp anytime soon, but as you get older you sort of take stock of where you are and what you want to accomplish with your life. I've lived many lives and have done a lot of cool stuff, but I still get that nagging feeling like there's more out there for me.

I'm too old to realize one of my dreams of becoming a military fighter pilot. Everybody dreams of flying an F-16 or F-18, but I think I'd have been pretty happy behind the stick of an A-10 Warthog. That plane fits my personality.

I think it'd be neat to be a cop. You're outdoors a lot, the job is pretty physical, and there's a lot of excitement. Plus, you get to bring guns to work. That'd be sorta novel.

When I was a little guy, I had dreams of being a firefighter. Although, I have to admit I don't relish the thought of humping 100lbs of gear up an insanely steep incline in 120-degree weather while a wildfire is chasing after me. Those guys are heros.

Or maybe I'll go back into music. It's been a while since I've been on stage. I only got out of the music biz because I got sick of dealing with musicians and their egos. Most are a bunch of undertalented, overhyped whiners who thinks the world owes them a lapdance and a happy ending.

Hollywood writer? Why not? If I can write a dozen stories in the same genre every month; month after month; year after year, it shouldn't be too hard to spew sitcom dialogue, skit comedy, or movie manuscripts.

Meh, no more time to mull it over. Jp stories are getting due. Gotta write yet another story about a Jeep.