Me, a role model?
Even if I were, any half way intelligent person would know I'm not someone to imitate. Who'd aspire to be someone who's gotten the stuffing knocked out of him so many times the only reason he gets up in the morning is because either he's really stupid or somewhere, deep down inside, beats the heart of a disappointed yet still hopeful idealist. A teller of truth who's a spokesperson for the silent masses, who loves to tell it like it is, who's an idol to be emulated – Nay, a God to be bowed down to!
But, heh, I'm not a role model.
Even if I were, any half way intelligent person would know I'm not someone to imitate. Who'd aspire to be someone who's gotten the stuffing knocked out of him so many times the only reason he gets up in the morning is because either he's really stupid or somewhere, deep down inside, beats the heart of a disappointed yet still hopeful idealist. A teller of truth who's a spokesperson for the silent masses, who loves to tell it like it is, who's an idol to be emulated – Nay, a God to be bowed down to!
But, heh, I'm not a role model.
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