My dream is to write a novel. Around 1992 I became inspired to write by reading Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man. I was 22 at the time. Now I'm 46. I don't even know why I stuck with it. My learning curve was enormous. I thought I was going to be this underground writer, like Ellison was. I was going to rent an apartment on Lennox Ave. Man, was I stupid. The dream is still alive though, I haven't given up.
To make the NBA. I still have hope of losing the weight, training and making it on to a walk on college team in my MBA and getting noticed. Then declaring for the draft and maybe signing a 10 day or summer camp or something. Heck, just to make a college walk on anywhere would be cool. I also tend to think I can do anything if I really committed to it.
