“One day I’m going to write a story about a 69 year-old Johnny Knoxville type planning and executing his final stunt, which will surely kill him. Does it kill him? What if it doesn’t? Ohhhhh, delicious. You’ll have to read and find out.
Everyone will hail me a genius. Bringing the blue collar, gritty, youtube generation into the American Lit 110 classroom. They’ll name buildings after me. Then they’ll hire an assassin to kill me, just to make sure I don’t do anything sex-pest-y that would force them to have to rename the building. This is another short story idea. Nobody steal my beautiful ideas!”