Running one of those rather big porno stores you find right off the interstate in the middle of nowhere while listening to the Ramones and the Queers while I watch over the store. I will end up marrying a slightly chunky(but she just has the cutest little face and eyes) stripper named "Sparkles" who will end up taking me for what little I have leaving me with no business, no job, no home, but Lord forbid if I let her take my CD collection. I will then show up on my mother's doorstep, who have not talked with me since hooking up with the evil, soul-sucking(and sadly that will probably be the only thing of mine she ever sucked:() witch-slut, who takes me in. She does always give me that "I told ya so" attitude about my state of affairs. The only people I will be able to turn to are the fellow degenerates on this board, but then my mother catches me on the site and proceeds to throw me out. From there I move to LA and become the guy who cleans up the set after a Max Hardcore shoot. Yeah, it'll be disgusting work, but someone will have to do it.