Dream Big
Sometimes when I sleep, I have strange dreams. But when I’m awake, I dream big dreams. Big like Mt. Everest. Like about the great things the TRC will do, and the ways that I’m going to change things when I’m president, and good bionic inventions to have. Then I finish mowing the lawn, and one guy shows up for the hack session, and Bush and Kerry are the only viable choices, and the FDA stifles all medical innovation. So I keep on dreaming.