I was just talking to my friend trying to come up with some type of scheme to make money. Being a college student really is a hustle. More money more problems might be true, but I'll deal with that when I get there. Being broke does evoke the entrepreneurial endeavor. So like I was saying I was talking to my friend about how were going to make money in the next month. We talked about doing a 50 50 raffle on state patties and giving the winner something cool. Selling t-shirts, starting a club. All types of stuff. While I was trying to go to sleep, unsuccessfully obviously, I began to think about writing a book. Not that I am a good writer, because I am not at all, I am sure there are at least 10 grammar mistakes just in this paragraph, but because my story is a story that should be told and just isn't. I am a college student, I grew up in the Poconos, I did lots of dumb stuff, I broke laws, lived life and partied, I still do. It is a common story, but not one that's written about. My failures, successes, emotions and just my story in general, poured out, unedited, misspelled; a true representation of life, with errors and all.
Authors make money from nothing, they tell stories that they make up and people pay to read them. I honestly think I should just write a book without ever rereading what I typed and publish it. Now is the time to do it when the stories and emotions are fresh and true. Yeah people would get mad, but who really cares the book would be the truth and how I feel so it would be even more liberating than profitable. Get that paper: My story. Nothing more.
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