I have often been compared to god. Not in a biblical sense or even a sense that suggests anything. Really, it's just a comparison. To put it simply, my concepts erupt fresh thinking and model citizenry. The sparkle on my neon laces gives people the gold rush fever like it was forty-nine all over again. I can not control their habits, nor do I wish to partake in any extracurricular activities. Professors accuse my writing of having beats to it. They are wrong; it's more chaotic and disruptive than helpful. But really, what’s up?