“What’s wong? Does the wittle baby miss his baba?” Jerry asked. “Shut up. Just leave me alone, for real,” Herm replied. “I’m just kidding man, really, what’s on your mind?” Jerry asked, somewhat sympathetically. “I don’t know. I want to see the world, but I want finish school and start my career.” That was a blatent lie. I want to travel more than school. I want to start trouble, solve trouble, help people, screw with people, I want to live. But I can’t do that here.

I want those flashing lights, like Colin and Kanye. I want to get chased outta clubs and have unflattering pictures of myself and whatever woman of the night. I want the celebrity break ups and hang ups. I want to walk onto a stage with thousands in attendence, with millions watching at home. I want to see a mil today, but now I’m lucky if I get my pay. Even with the want for all that, I don’t think I can get that. If I could get that, I wouldn’t be here.