I want black skin and a hoody. 

I want a jetpack and a ray-gun.

I want to be an ancient asain master of martial arts.

I want to be a Jewish Cowboy Poet. I want to be a Rastafarian Assassin. I want to be more gangster, more cutting edge, more hardcore, more streetwise, more smooth, more capable, more of everything.

I want to be toughest guy in Cell Block E. 

I want to star in porno films, getting sucked off by beautiful girls and boys. I’ll use my real name, and show off all my tattoos. I’ll be famous. Everybody will follow my Twitter account. 

I want an English accent. No, Irish. No, Scottish. 

I want a prison tattoo tucked up under my eye. I want scars that tell stories stretched down my spine. I want a motorcycle and a hotrod and a giant big truck full of guns and drugs and germs and steel. 

I want to wake up as myself, but comfortable.
I want to fit inside my own skin.