A 19 year old, black, pansexual,  science fiction film fanatic wondering around trying to navigate the universe of literature. Damned? Probably I've decided to be a doctor and I for a moment I thought I could be a writer so I'm clearly a masochist at heart. 
 I  probably shouldn't be so effortlessly vexed all the time but if I see one more neon colored fanny pack I will hurt someone, so my omnipotent rage is definitely a problem. I'm kind of smart-stupid and have a weird affinity for gingers and good teeth... and a less weird one for fictional characters, Woody Allen films, Will Toledo and pickles. I don't think I'm a visionary or anything but can I apply somewhere? 
 

But I'm not scared to say I will  change the fucking world. In one way or another. And if you think I sound cocky, I honestly can tell you, I don't care. I'm going to do it anyway

And in 2020 imma run for president

*DROPS mic*
*returns to put back on stand*