when i grow up i want to be a closing pitcher, is what i decided last night. and i'd have really badass entrance music, like that stockhausen helicopter thing. (it'd be played live.) everyone would fear me and i would pitch ​140 miles per hour and i would save the game every time. i'd tuck my socks in, i'd chew bubblegum.

all the good stuff. ​

-yeh!​