You know how people are always saying, "where do you see yourself in X years?" We have all answered that question, probably more times than we can even remember. For some strange reason, I found myself pondering this question a few moments ago.

There I was, sitting at my desk, turned to the side, watching Menace II Society. There was a time, when those images painted portions of the picture I called, My Future. But yet and still, there I was, sitting alongside my desk, in a room illuminatedd only by the blue-green lava lamp up on the shelf above my desk. I was halfway between the ember and plastic tip of a black-and-mild. I leaned back and drifted off into the mystified cloud surrounding me. And for some reason, that question floated into my mind.

Where do I see myself in five years? Well, I'll be 36-years-old, living somewhere south of where I stay now (just how far I don't know). I'll be working from my laptop, writing to no end. I'll probably be a pitch writer. It seems to be a lucrative career, one that I might actually be suited for. I can see myself spending everyday coming up with ideas for movies, tv shows, and so forth.

A lot of people try to convince me to go back to school. Everyone says I need my Master's Degree to go further, but I don't buy it. Since I haven't found any particular path I want to travel, how can I need anything to move forward? I think that's just the path that has been beaten into people's brains for so long, that everyone automatically regurgitates it when another answer doesn't automatically present itself.

I worked for the government... wasn't cut out for that. 8 hours a day at a cubicle was turning me into a vegetable. I worked in my field, the one in which I received a college degree, but that didn't work out for me ether. I realized I don't do well when confined. If I was a football player, I'd be Sean Taylor. In other words, I work great when I'm left out in space and allowed to just do my thing. I tried being a teacher, did it for 8 long years. But teaching requires a fire, and my fire has fallen to a flame, which is flickering to a mere spark, even as we speak.

So I know, when I make my next move, I gotta make it count. It's like when a thief says, "why waste time on the small hits. You don't make money unless you go for the big lick." I guess I'm just too much of an idealist because I still feel I should be able to achieve wealth by following my dreams whole-heartedly, not turning away from them.

I love kids. I love to write. I love to entertain. I love money. Where do I see myself in five years? ...living somewhere in the country, doing sometihng that allows me check off all four boxes. The picture's still not completely clear. I guess I can blame all the haze clouding my vision at the moment.

So... five years from now... where do you see yourself?