I want to be a veterinarian. I do. Really. Because I love animals so very much. Animals are beautiful and amazing and inspiring. And the concept of spending my life around them is one that greatly appeals to me.
But I want to be a veterinarian because it's the next best thing. It's the closest thing, the most realistic thing.
I want to be a painter, a muralist.
I want to be a poet, a book-jacket illustrator, a fashion designer.
But all those things are never
This is based on my father, but I exaggerate. I started writing it a couple of weeks ago, got this far in one sitting, and when I came back to it, I was no longer inspired. I've nothing else to do with it.
It sounds wrong, but I always felt a little like a dog to my father. It was a custom of his to whistle when he wanted our attention (mine and my brotherís), or when he needed me to go over to him while I was anywhere out of his sight, and it didnít quite sink in until very