I was looking through some of my old Daily Trojan articles,
And then it dawned on me:
I'm a terrible writer.
I wonder what I'm going to do for a career now? Hopefully a kind-hearted editorial coordinator at the SF Bay Guardian will find something of worth in my sophomoric, irredeemably lame compositions and offer me an internship. But for now I think I'll start training to be one of those guys who mops up blood and removes dead bodies at accident sites. The world will always need one of those guys.