I think college dropout is a label that I would enjoy. I could become a migrant organic fruit-picker in France. Or be like Thelma and Louise: kill some people, rob some gas stations, lock some policemen in the trunk of cars, have the best damn three days of my life… and then ride my Volvo over the edge of the Grand Canyon.
What I really need is some motivation. Because all I really want to do is crawl under my bed covers at home in the Ozarks and take a nice, long nap. Bah - motivate me!