Two men, one 14 and one 30 are standing in a garden on a sunny day. The boy holds a hoe and the man holds a shovel.
14 year old boy: What are you gonna do now that you've graduated?
Me: I'm gonna be a poet.
14 year old boy: That's not a job.
Me: No matter what job I'll have, I'll be a poet. 15 years ago I was a caddy and a poet, 10 years I had no job and was a poet, five years ago I was a pizza boy and a poet, right now, as I stand here in this garden holding a shovel, still poet, ten years from now, still poet, on my death bed, poet.
14 year old boy: Noah, you're crazy.
Me: It is perfectly acceptable to be a crazy, when I applied to be a poet when I was 15 I wrote "mental ward experience" and was hired instantly.