Rain Makes Corn. Corn Makes Whiskey. Whiskey Makes My Baby Feels A Little Frisky.

One day....

I'll drive a convertable, hood down, with a select few people, blasting country music and clubbing songs and speeding across the landscapes of Holland.

I'll spend the night at a beach with a cold beer and blankets.

I'll backpack across Europe, (selling my kidney to afford that). Starting from Czech Republic, Italy, Belgium, France, Germany, Ireland, ending at Greece.

I'll sky dive from the skies of Melbourne and parachute down like a trooper.

I'll be a free lance journalist, travelling the world and getting paid for my stories.

I'll be so much bigger so that you can't hit me.

I'll get back on my two feet again. Just watch me.